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shhh-secret-time · 2 months

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I love love love your stuff! Can we get a jealousy smut fic?! I don't care with who I just want something tasty!

I was feeling super bad about my writing today, I really struggled with this one but when I went back and read what you wrote it made me feel a lot better. Thank you anon I really appreciate it. And thank you to everyone who voted on the poll! Warning: NSFW, Oral, Strong Language, Drinking Pairing: Kyle x M!Reader Note: I've never written for male reader before, but I want everyone who reads my things to feel included somehow. I didn't include anything crazy in this story because of it. So this one is more on the tamer side of things.

His head hurt. The ache started from the middle of his forehead and spread like a blanket over his skull. Naturally the cure would be going to a party late at night that his best friend drug him too. With medicine being some jungle juice in a red solo cup that said best friend shoved into his hand.

"Loosen up Kyle you look like you're about to explode." He almost didn't hear Stan over the sound of the music playing over them.

Each song had a heavy bass, like a heartbeat slamming into the side of his head and his chest. The kind of music that you could feel in your ribcage each time the beat dropped. So yeah, he really was about to explode. Whatever was in his cup wasn't helping either, the sugary drink was making his heart spike and his stomach churn.

"Stan, I didn't even want to fucking be here in the first place. I'm here for you." Kyle grumbles back once the song finishes, they have a few moments of silence before it picks back up.

"No, you're not. You and I both know if you really wanted to you would have left by now." Stan teases, shooting him a lazy smirk.

Kyle can feel his face burn, like the drink in his hand, it's a mixture of emotions. Rage and embarrassment swirled together with his headache creating the perfect concoction in the red head’s body. His grip on his cup tightens as his arms flex under the forest green flannel and faded Crimson Dawn shirt.

Every bit of him hated the fact that Stan was right, and even more that he knew the reason why Kyle was enduring this. This shit night, this shit drink, this shit music, this shit headache. Why he endured this shit party and all other parties he's been attending the last week.

You.

Dark green orbs travel over to the dance floor where you've been for the past few hours. He can't stop himself from watching the way your hips sway back and for, the way your jeans squeeze your sides in the most delicious way. Even in the dim light he can see how flushed your face looks from all the dancing you've been doing; his eyes lock on to the beads of sweat the travel down your neck and how it slides down your Adam's apple.

Kyle takes a drink of his alcohol, but it does nothing about how dry his mouth feel. His lips now glistening under lights coming off the cell phones that surround him. He barely registers the taste of the coke or the way the drink burns the back of his throat. Not when he can almost taste the drink that's on your lips.

Fuck he was thirsty.

"Earth to Kyle. Dude you're staring." Stan's fingers snapped him out of his trance.

Kyle looked over at Stan with his mouth open slightly. He raises a brow and scoffs, trying to clear his mind.

"You can go dance with him you know? You don't have to stand in this corner! Might have a little competition though." Stan says, gesturing over to you. "Looks like Bebe's all over him."

He was right, but that was nothing new. Bebe practically clinging to your arm, her body all but grinding against yours. Not that this was anything new, she was always around you. Whether it was walking to classes together or sitting at lunch with one another, she was always there. Anytime Kyle even thought about going up to you to talk to you, she was always fucking there. His fingers dipped into the plastic cup making it crack, the amber liquid spilling out onto his fingers.

"Fuck! Look I don't want to dance. I'm just gonna get another drink." Kyle grumbles pushing past his friend.

Jealousy was an ugly beast; one Kyle knew all too well. Insecurity was something he struggled with, ever since he was a kid and it only got worse when he got older. Getting smacked with a growth spurt that made him shoot up past his friends, while it was great for basketball, it drew too much attention as if his stupid curly red hair didn't do that already. He was wishing he brought his hat, why he ever let Stan talk him into things like this he never knew.

The path to the table with all the alcohol was mostly clear. A few people laying off to the side talking to one another or passed out. The smell of weed and alcohol in the air made Kyle scrunch up his nose as he threw the broken cup away. It wasn't hard to find a new one, they were scattered everywhere, now finding one that was abandoned with a drink already in it was a different story. As he scanned the table for a new cup another walking headache approached the table with him.

Eric Cartman, the bane of his existence and the biggest source of his insecurities. Although at this very moment, Bebe was giving him a run for his money. That didn't mean he wanted him to talk however, but like always his mouth worked faster than Kyle's legs.

"I don't know how to tell you this Kyle...but you look like a total shit bag right now. You...you are aware this is a party. You know that thing people go to when they want to have fun." Eric's voice was what sandpaper grinding against skin would sound like, Kyle was sure.

"Fuck off asshole, I really don't want to deal with you right now." Kyle sighs as he picks up a cup.

"Awh, and here I was about to throw you a lifeline. A little birdie told me you've been eye fucking Bebe's boy toy all day." Eric leans against the table pretending to inspect his nails, and his tone alone makes Kyle want to cave his face in.

Kyle grits his teeth trying to focus on the pour of whatever clear liquid he grabbed. "And would that birdie like me to smash his fucking teeth in?"

"You've been using that threat since we were kids. Come on Kyle don't pretend like you aren't at least a little curious as to what I've got to say. We both know how this will go. You're angry because you have sand in your vagina, and I'll tell you what I want because I don't respect you."

Kyle slams the bottle down with a loud thud and glares at him, his grip on the neck of the bottle is so tight he's white knuckling it. Eric holds his hands up in defense, a small bead of sweat trails down the side of his face.

"Believe it or not, I want to help! I've got a lot riding on this little bet with Craig, and I can't have you fucking me out of a hundred and fifty dollars."

"What makes you think I want your help, Cartman?!"

"You don't, but once again. One hundred. And. Fifty. Dollars." Eric holds up his index fingers as he slows his speaking down. "And you need the help, as funny as this is watching you suffer, I'm your friend and as your friend...you would want me to have a hundred and fifty dollars."

No, he really wouldn't. He would want Cartman to get hit by a bus, or at the very least to leave him alone. Kyle could feel himself boiling over at this point his hands were shaking, and his body felt like it was on fire. He was at his tipping point.

"Look I can get you an hour or so with him alone, all you have to do is grow a pair and talk to him. You can't talk to him because Bebe's always around him, right? Well, how do you think Wendy felt with you and Stan? And who brought them together?"

"Aliens."

"Aliens aren't real Kyle, quit making shit up. It was me." He's never seen Eric look or sound so offended before. "You can stand in your gay little corner drinking by yourself, or you can go talk to him and be gay with him in another corner."

As Kyle went to open his mouth to yell at him nothing came out, once again he couldn't find anything to say to him. Nothing that wouldn't be a string of swears or him finally connecting his fist to his smug face. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. At the very least he could blame the alcohol for this horrible idea.

Eric took the silence as a yes, with a wicked grin he put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Leave it to me Kyle. You'll know the signal when you see it."

He should stop him. He should stop Eric from doing whatever dumb shit he was going to do. But he doesn't, his heart is pounding so hard in his chest that the music seems like a lullaby.

Kyle watches as Eric walks right up to you and Bebe, he walks with such confidence. The confidence of someone who was not invited to this party but showed up anyway, because that's exactly the kind of person he was. The music makes it where he can't hear what he says to you but the look on your face goes from a relaxed smile to a horrified look.

That's when your eyes lock with his. Kyle nearly leaps from his skin as he watches you look between him and Eric. Eric has his hand on his hips and his fingers snapping up at your face.

"No... he isn't."

Eric shouts something, and Bebe steps in between the both of them. She puts her fingers in his face and glares up at him shouting something back. Eric bobs his head to the side swiveling it around like bobble head almost.

"He is. Oh, my fucking god." Kyle puts his face in his hands.

He's past the point of anger. He's beyond seeing red, it's just white. White noise and a ringing in his ear. The steady thumping of his heartbeat and the music is the only thing grounding him. To keep him from flying off the handle and probably making the situation worse.

His fingers tug at the flesh of his skin, pulling it down as he moves from his hands. Fuck it. He's had enough. Had enough of sitting on the sidelines and watching everyone else get to have your attention. The drink was left forgotten on the table behind him, he had gotten what he needed from it.

"A little liquid courage goes a long way." Stan used to say, and maybe he was right.

Kyle's across the room before he knows it, all that basketball playing finally paid off. He's able to dodge sweaty bodies still moving around on the dance floor. A man with a clear destination and nothing was going to stop him.

You don't have time to register the fact Kyle has you by the wrist or the fact that he's dragging you away from the dance floor. He tries to keep his grip gentle, he really does, but through this anger everything in his body has gone numb. You're not complaining about any pain, but he thinks he hears you say something about walking too fast.

Kyle drags you upstairs so he can talk to you without screaming matches or loud music. Without prying eyes or nosey party goers. But now that he's got you here, he doesn't know what to say. Doesn't know how to approach this without blowing up. It's not your fault, you don't deserve this.

"What did Cartman say to you?" So, he settles with that, a question. At the very least he can direct all this anger towards Cartman.

You look down between the two of you, looking at the way he still has his larger hand wrapped around your wrist. It's funny, this whole situation. At first you were a little freaked out when Eric just came up and suddenly started yelling at you, but when you saw the look in Kyle's eyes it clicked.

The suspicion that Kyle Broflovski had a crush on you was always there. His gaze lingering a little longer than normal, the way he'd blush and turn his head away from you like he wasn't just admiring you from across the room. When he'd come to you asking for help in class you knew he was passing. All those times he nags at you for not wearing gloves in the Colorado cold, saying something about how you'll get sick and then he'll be forced to take care of you.

Yeah, he wasn't slick. And the poor man wore his heart on his sleeve. If he wasn't trying to sneak peeks at you, then he was shooting glares at Bebe. Oh, how little he knew. Now it all made sense why he shot those dirty looks. Why he was starting to avoid you when earlier in the year he seemed so eager to have lunch with you.

"If he said something that hurt your feelings, I swear I'll turn his spinal fluid into an option at the God damn McDonald's soda fountain." Kyle snarls through gritted teeth.

Oh?

You almost want to chuckle at his reaction, curling your index finger and pressing your lips to the side to stop it from slipping out. "Sorry I was just taken back by all of this. It's not like you to up and grab someone like this Kyle."

He blinks once, and then twice before realizing he's still got a firm grip on you. His face turns red, and he drops your hand like it's hot coal burning his palm.

"Sorry! I just needed to get you away from him, before he said something stupid!" His apology is so cute. The way he won't even look you in the eye. "He didn't say anything stupid, did he?"

"Oh, not much." You shrug and smirk when he lets out a little sigh of relief. "Just that I'm a homewrecker for trying to come in between you two."

"What?!"

"Yeah, something about how I'm stepping up on his man and then he started snapping. Which by the way, great choice in a partner. I didn't know you guys were a thing~." You knew damn well they weren't, not from the way Kyle looked like he was about to explode. Perhaps you were adding fuel to this already raging fire, but if you were honest with yourself. You liked this side of Kyle. The way his eyes darkened and the way his body tensed.

"That fat fucking bastard. I'm gonna kill him!" Just as Kyle was about to leave you in whatever room he dragged you into, you stepped between him and the door putting your arms out.

"Hold on! Just let Bebe handle it, she's got it under control. This is her party."

"She doesn't get to handle him! I'm going to take care of him! It's about time someone put him in his fucking place!"

"Kyle. It's Bebe's party. She can just kick him out and we can go back to having a good time." You place your hand on his chest, trying to guide him back to where he was standing.

He wants to, he really does. The feeling of your hand on his chest almost brings him out of his anger. But your words keep echoing in his head. Eric's stupid plan almost cost him everything, again. "You don't understand! He does this all the time! I'm tired of him getting in the way! She doesn’t get to take this from me to!"

No, he didn't mean that last part, it's not Bebe's fault. He knows that. It's not her fault he can't think straight around you. It's not her fault for wanting to be around you, he can't blame her for that. She probably just sees everything he sees. How wonderful you are, how you light up every room you walk in. How, even now, you're trying to keep the peace and save Cartman's life. Anyone else would have just let that man to die, but here you were Eric Cartman's guardian angel and he didn't even know.

"Bebe? She didn't do anything! What could she have taken!?"

"She's always around you!"

"You mean like you and Stan?"

"No! I mean- it's different! I'm not dating Stan!"

"I'm not dating Bebe!"

He blinks again and it's like he's been hit with cold water. The adrenaline in his veins dulls down to a small buzz. The headache in his head reminds him that it's still here and stronger than ever because of the yelling.

"What?" He asks in a softer tone.

"I'm not dating Bebe!" You yell back as you move your hands off his chest. You cross your arms over yours and give him the most bored look he's ever seen on a person. One that would give Tucker a run for his money.

"Then...why is she..."

"She's gay Kyle. You think you're the only one who gets roped into their friends’ stupid schemes?" You roll your eyes and smirk at him. "She's been trying to make this one chick in our science class jealous."

"Oh."

Fucking oh. That's all he can say. It takes everything in his power not to jump out of the window behind him and just leave town. He could change his name and skip a few states. Grow a beard and shave his head, you'd never see him again and he'd never have to answer for this moment. But his legs feel to heavy to move.

"Yep~! But...it's nice to know you and Eric aren't a thing." Your voice breaks him right out of his little pity party. "You can do so much better."

It takes him a second to realize that you've closed the gap. It's when he feels your fingertips trailing up his forearm, brushing against the veins popping out, that you're touching him. When you look up at him with heavy lidded eyes, he gulps. Trying to swallow that weird lump in his throat.

"If you're so worried that someone else will snatch me up, why not confess to me right now? Unless...I'm reading this whole situation wrong." You move your hands back just as they reach his shoulder blade, and his hand twitches by his side. "Then I can just go back downstairs and ask McCormick for a dance~"

Your back hits the wall as Kyle's resolve finally breaks. His lips crashing down on yours with such a force his teeth clack against yours. It's messy, consuming, and heated.

You can taste the jealousy on his lips.

When you kiss him back, his hands have your wrists pinned to the wall next to your head. Lips locked onto yours and moving against yours with such a frenzy. His teeth tug at your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You respond by biting his back, pulling a moan from him.

Kyle's tongue pushes past your teeth and into your mouth. His tongue meets yours feverishly, twining around in a rushed dance. Your hips roll up against his, the same ones he couldn't take his eyes off of a minute ago. A minute ago, he was breaking his cup because of how jealous he was of Bebe, and now he's got his tongue down your throat pulling the sexiest moans out of your mouth. He devours every one of them until you break the kiss.

His brows furrow before he realizes you broke for air. Your chest heaving as you try to take in as much as you can. You’re rushing to get back to his lips and it almost brings a smile to his face. Kyle cups the side of your face letting his fingertips trace your jawline.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out at Bebe like that. She's your friend and I should've just talked to you."

"Hm-mm~" You nod up at him still trying to recover from the small make out sesh.

"And... you’re right I should just confess that I really want to date you. That I've liked you for a while now. This isn't how I wanted to do it but...I'm not complaining." He whispers against your lips.

"You're so hot when you tell me I'm right." You press a kiss onto the corner of his lips. "Apology accepted handsome. Now do it right."

Kyle chuckles and brushes his nose across yours. The tip of his nose slides down the bridge of yours just as his lips over yours, dangerously close for another kiss. "Hey. You wanna go out with me so I can stop being jealous all the time."

"Hm..." You pretend to think about his question for a moment making him smirk. He tugs you against his body reminding you that you're trapped against him and the wall. It pulls a laugh right out of you, and you run your fingers through his hair. "Yeah handsome, I'd like that. Just like how I'd reaaaaally like it if you kept kissing me."

Kyle laughs and his lips find yours again. "You really think I'm handsome?"

"So handsome. You walked in with that green flannel and tight shirt, I wanted to rip it off you." You're able to get all of that out in-between kissing him, not willing to break the contact for too long.

"Fuck." Kyle's hands fall to your waist and squeezes it in return. "I wanted to take this slow. Do this right but you're making it so hard."

"I know I can feel it. It's poking me."

"That's not what I meant! Shit! I'm sorry I- oh fuck." He hisses when you roll your hips against him.

His cock is stained against his zipper, the tent in his pants is hard to miss. Nothing could have prepared him for the way you rolled yours against him. He could feel your erection sliding up against his thigh, the material of your jeans working against his.

"Want me to take care of that for you?" Kyle's head starts spinning when your hands slip under his shirt and your fingers slide down the front of his pants. Your palm pressed against the v that dips down.

The way your name comes out of his lips in a breathy whisper almost makes you pull his pants down right then and there. How can you expect him to answer you clearly when your lips are pressing the softest kisses down his throat. "I don't want you to feel like y-you have to."

"Kyle. I want this. I want you. Please don't make me beg for it." How can he say no? Not when your fingers are already playing with the button of his pants. Fingernails tapping against it, rubbing circles around the only thing separating your hands from his cock.

Kyle has no composure left; he's starting to feel his cock ache. He nods down at you and goes to pull his pants open. You watch him with a look of hunger in your eyes, watch as he slides his pants down and listen to the way his breath catches in his throat. Your eyes widen at the sight of his cock springing out of his boxers, bobbing when his tip catches on the thin material.

"Hey Ky."

"H-hm?" He's not able to keep the shakiness out of his voice when you wrap your hands around his cock and sink to your knees.

"I want you to fuck my throat." His heart stops momentarily when you talk.

It returns twice as hard when you begin slowly pumping his dick, hammering against his chest each time your fist slides down and grips the base of his member. "Are you sure sweetheart?"

That's new. The way Kyle calls you that makes your heart pick up. He watches as you move to get comfortable on your knees, his eyes burning down at you. The height difference isn't so bad but it's just enough to where he has to bend down a bit to run his fingers through your hair.

"You really want me to beg for it." He does. He likes the thought of you begging for his cock, the thought of your mouth watering just to get a taste of him. So, he answers you with a little grip on your scalp, fingers wrapping around the locks of your hair.

"Oh~! Fuck! Please!" And he's right, the way you beg is so sweet. Kyle groans and tugs your head back causing you to arch up towards him. Forcing your head up towards him.

As your mouth parts to let out a pretty little moan, the head of his cock presses against your lips. The pre-cum the leaks out of the slit coats your lips, and then your tongue when you let it fall out. Kyle's dick twitches against your little kitten licks before he lets it glide into your mouth. He never could have imagined how amazing it feels to have your red swollen lips wrapped around his length.

Kyle reaches out and traces your lips with his fingers, your lustful gaze watching his every movement. A thick strand of saliva coating his fingers before he pushes his cock into your warm inviting throat. He rocks his hips against your mouth slowly at first. Each time he pulls out more saliva gathers at the base of his cock.

You try to take as much of Kyle as you can, the soft sounds of you gagging through the wet thrusts feels messy. It was sloppy and so incredibly hog. Watching the red head lose himself, the restraints he put on himself snapping with each long glide against your tongue. Not long after you hollow your cheeks and continue to suck him off, does he finally break. His hips snap forward thrusting into your mouth faster.

Kyle is so pretty. His lips parted slightly as he struggles to bite back the moans, you're pulling from him. The hand that's no longer tracing your lips is pressed against the wall, holding him up so his legs don't give out.

What has you weak in the knees isn't the way he's got his hands in your hair, pulling your mouth down the length of his cock. Holding it there for a moment only to slide you right back off. Or the way he's using your throat to chase his own high, his thighs flexing under the touch of your palm. It's the way he's kept eye contact with you this entire time, the way his eyes are watching every little thing you do. No matter how intense it all feels or gets, he can't break away.

You have him in this trance that only seems to break when he feels himself getting close. When he tries to pull away, he feels your hands grab at his thighs, a small moan pulled from him again when you dig your nails into his flesh.

"Fuuuck...Sh-shit I'm cumming!" How sweet of him to give you a warning. With a hum you shot him a wink.

That did it. The little gesture was too much for Kyle. A shiver that feels oh too good shoots down his spine as thick ropes of cum spill into your mouth. Kyle pulls out after some time, carefully holding the side of your face as you drink down the bitter climax.

You raise to your feet with a smile, as he takes his hand away to tuck himself back into his pants. Once he's finishes, he cups your face and pulls you back towards him.

"That was...you're incredible."

"I know. But it's nice to hear." You chuckle as he pressed another kiss into your temple. "Don't think I'm done with you yet handsome. Say you walk me home and we enjoy the night to ourselves."

"I think I'd like that. Wanna sneak out the back?" With a grin you take his hand and lead him out of the room. Kyle will never ever admit to Eric that his plan somehow magically worked. But when the time comes for Eric to collect that one fifty, Kyle will make sure he gets it. At least then its bragging rights.

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stvharrngton · 1 year

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Hi! Can I request something with either Steve, Eddie or Billy. Something sweet based on the song ”I’m not gonna teach your boyfriend how to dance with you.” Like maybe reader is friends with one of the boys (and he has a crush on her but she doesn’t know) and then she gets asked out by someone else and asks for advice or somwthing but he gets upset about thw thought of her with someone else and at last confesses and happy ending, you can do with it what ever you like if you decide to write it! Hope you do cause i love to read your stuff! Thank you!

hey anon, i only write for our boy stevie atm so i chose him! i hope that’s okay 🥺 anyway here it is i hope you enjoy 💞

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warnings: none really, cursing, a little angsty, best friends to lovers

The bell above the door of Family Video chimed as you walked into the store. Robin and Steve were both stood behind the counter, barely acknowledging the sound until you skipped up towards them, a beaming smile on your face.

“Oh, hey!” Robin greeted, taking her eyes off the computer screen for a second, “What’s got you smiling like that?”

“Oh, it’s nothing..” you grinned, leaning over the counter now, “just Ryan asked me on a date, is all.”

Steve prayed he didn’t hear you right, trying his best to pay as little attention as possible to the conversation. He really wasn’t in the mood to hear you fawn over Ryan. The boy thought it was torture, hearing any mention of you and the dumb college boy, especially as Steve was head over heels for you himself.

He could only scowl at your happiness, meeting Robin’s enthusiasm with a glare. The younger girl frowned at him, nudging him with her elbow.

“Did you hear that, Stevie?” She asked, a knowing grimace painting her features, heart a little sympathetic for the boy, “She’s gone and got herself a date with Ryan, isn’t that great?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, eyes never reaching your gaze, continuing to flick through the magazine on the desk, “that’s… it’s great! Just great.” His shoulders shrugged as he stood up straight, “I’m made up for you. Really, I am.” Voice a little sad, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm.

You watched him carefully as he made his way out from behind the counter and towards the back office, away from you and Robin. You shared a confused look with Robin, waiting until you heard the door shut behind him.

“What was that all about?” you asked, “That was weird, right?”

Robin stammered for the right response, so not to invalidate your feelings because yeah, Steve’s reaction was weird, to you. To you who was totally oblivious to Steve’s feelings towards you. But also not blab about Steve’s secret.

“I’m, uh—“ she chuckled nervously, fingers scratching her head, “yeah, I mean that was a little weird,” shoulders shrugging, “but that’s just… Steve, right? You know how he is. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Right…” you dragged out, unsure whether to believe her or not. You shrugged it off but still couldn’t get the look on Steve’s face out of your head.

Your date with Ryan was coming up in a couple days and it was safe to say you were nervous. You liked the boy a lot, always having a crush on him in high school. He was a couple years older than you and, of course, never paid you the slight bit of attention whilst you were in school together.

You ran into him again a month or so ago, walking straight into him in the middle of the movie theatre, spilling his large Coke down your shirt. He apologised profusely, insisting that he take you out to lunch to make it up to you.

You hung out a couple more times before he asked you on a date and you were crushing hard. You thought the boy was handsome, the right amount of charm and confidence.

Steve insisted he was a bad apple, that he was no good for you. Trying his best to convince you that someone who wouldn’t pay you the time of day a few years ago certainly didn’t deserve your attention now you were a little more grown.

You would always roll your eyes, of course. Mind always foggy with infatuation and always wanting to see the good in people, insisting that high school was, well, bullshit.

But you wanted this to go well and so you needed some advice. You had no idea what the date would entail, Ryan insisting it would be a surprise. You wanted to make sure you were ready for anything.

So you sauntered your way into Family Video again, fingers dinging the bell on the counter.

“One second!” you heard Steve call out from the back.

You tapped your freshly manicured nails on the hard wooden counter as you waited for the boy. Steve was your best friend, and despite his weird mood the other day you needed his help.

“Welcome to Family Video, how can I— oh!” Steve exclaimed, “Hey, what brings you here on this fine evening?”

Chucking at his lighthearted reaction, you leaned over the counter on your elbows, giving Steve your prettiest pout. Your eyelashes flattering up at the boy.

“I… need your help, Steve. Need some advice.”

He quirked his eyebrows at you, leaning his head to the side slightly, “Oh yeah? And what exactly can I do for you, sweetheart?”

“It’s about my date with Ryan,” you started, shifting on your feet, not meeting Steve’s gaze, “I jus’ feel like I have no idea what I’m doing. Like, what if he wants to go dancing or—“

“I’ll stop you there,” he said with a sigh, “he is not going to take you dancing. The guy’s got two left feet! Didn’t you see him at Tina’s party a few years ago?”

“Steve,” you whined, “I’m being serious!”

“And so am I,” the boy shrugged, rolling his eyes, “I don’t even know why you’re bothering with college boy.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You scoffed at Steve, arms folding over your chest in annoyance, “Why do you have such a problem with me hanging out with Ryan?”

“What?” Steve gawped, “I don’t have a problem.”

“Oh, come on, Steve,” it was your turn to roll your eyes now, “you always have that grumpy look on your face whenever I mention him! And you were acting so strange when I said he asked me out.”

Steve’s heart was thumping against his chest, teeth gnawing at his lip. The heat was rising up his neck, not sure he was liking where this conversation was heading. He watched as your tone turned accusatory, your usual soft features turning hard in irritation.

“I wasn’t acting strange.” was the only response Steve could give.

“Sure,” you jeered, “whatever, Steve.” Spinning on your heel towards the door, turning to leave.

“Fuck,” Steve grumbled under his breath, “are you really gonna make me say it?”

“Say what?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at the boy.

He sighed, stepping out from behind the counter to walk after you. He took your hand in his much larger one, thumb rubbing over your skin. Steve’s eyes locked on where your fingers were laced together.

“You are— shit, how do I say this,” he winced at his stumbling voice, “you are the girl that I’ve been dreaming of ever since I was a kid.”

“Steve,” you whispered, voice quieter, features softening at his confession.

“Let me finish, please, sweetheart?” You nodded in response, heart swelling in your chest.

The boy smiled softly at you, his fingers tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, “I don’t like you hanging out with Ryan because you’re too good for him. You deserve someone who knows you inside out, someone who’s always gonna go that extra mile for you,” he paused, giving your hand a squeeze, grinning before he said, “you deserve someone who knows how to dance with you.”

You giggled, a smile pinching at your cheeks, shaking your head at his words.

You had no idea. Really, you had no clue at all. Steve was your best friend. Sure, you had toyed with the idea of being with him. What it would be like to wake up in his arms, what it would feel like for him to call you baby. To rake your hands through his mussed hair as he laid his head in your lap. You failed to pick up on any signs though, and so you shut down your imagination.

“And who’s that, Steve?” you asked teasingly, head lolling to the side in a taunt.

Steve chuckled as he leaned in a bit closer, breath fanning over your cheeks. A pretty pink flush spread across his cheeks, decorating the moles and freckles, “I think you know the answer to that.” was all he said.

You nodded, gazing up into his warm brown eyes. They were bright and inviting, glimmering with sincerity, “Why didn’t you say anything?

He shrugged, “I just couldn’t, had to bite my tongue every time and prayed that you would somehow catch on.”

“You’re an idiot, Steve Harrington.”

“Sure am,” he chuckled, nodding in agreement with you. His warm palm cupped your cheek now, the rough pad of his thumb stroking over the flushed skin, “now can I kiss you?”

You leaned into his palm, enjoying the way his touch made you feel. How your skin lit up with excitement, heart thumping against your chest at the possibility of having something with your best friend.

“What’re you waiting for, Steve?”

The boy didn’t need to be told twice, both hands holding your face so delicately. Steve leaned into you as your eyes fluttered closed, his lips brushing against yours in a sweet kiss.

The kiss was soft, his pretty pink lips moving against yours so gently, as if you would break if he kissed you any harder. Your knees wobbled as your legs turned to jelly, fully melting into Steve’s kiss. Your arms snaking around his neck, your fingers brushing at the hair at the nape of his neck.

Steve sighed contently into your mouth, a noise that had you both smiling against one another. He broke the kiss for a second, forehead resting against your own. The tip of his nose came to brush along the slope of yours before he pecked your lips again.

“So, is he better than me?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at the boy’s chest playfully, a smug smirk tugging at your kiss bitten lips.

“No, Steve.”

You pulled him back down to you again, fisting the thin green work vest he wore. Lips crashing against Steve’s, wondering why you couldn’t see what was right in front of you this whole time.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fic #stranger things fic #k.fic #request #i have not heard this song in years… what a banger #anon i tried my best i hope you like!#i always get really nervy when i write sfw stuff lmao

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devereauxsdisease · 1 year

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Happy birthday dearest twin o’ mine 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 For the ask game: 19. If you could write an ideal fic, what would it include? Also, please accept this classic gif of baby Mads making a fool of himself (ft. hot dogs and ice skates and floppy boy band hair) 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Happy Birthday to you too, birthday twin! I hope you had an excellent day. as for the answer, my ideal fic is almost always one that will live in people's minds. What would it include? For me, I just like writing things that are emotional and funny. I'm out here trying to recreate the feeling I get when I watch The Birdcage for everyone else.

And...you sent me a GIF! So here's a ficlet to go along with it.

Nigel glared at the second hotdog in his hand before taking a huge bite. Fuck Darko and his 'hold my hotdog for one second, fucker' bullshit, Nigel hoped he starved.

The bosses were letting them manage the shipment to New York, the youngest fucking distributors in the history of the group to get that honor. They'd given the product to their American contacts and should have been knee-deep in pussy and coke by now, finding good pizza.

But no, fucking Darko wanted to "see the big apple".

Twat.

Nigel took another bite of both hotdogs. So now, instead of girls and drugs, he was watching his fucking friend, the one he'd seen nearly beat a man to death a week ago, twirling on rented ice skates in the middle of Rockefeller Center. Nigel had fucking refused. He'd put the skates on, he'd taken the disgusting hotdogs Darko had bought them (just floating in water like turds in a toilet), but he'd cut his own balls off before he twirled around an ice rink getting jostled by a group of tourists wearing the same University of Michigan sweatshirts.

"Excuse me."

Nigel turned to tell whoever was bothering him that he would cut their tongue out and use it as toilet paper, but his voice caught in his throat when he saw the most beautiful angel in the world not a foot from his face. The boy had chocolate curls and vivid blue eyes that were darting around as he nervously wrung his little hands together.

It was like the earth moved. In fact, it was just like the earth moved. Nigel didn't realize he was falling until his head hit the ice. Those perfect blue eyes floated over him again as the boy peered at him from the other side of the rink wall.

"Are you OK?"

"Y-yeah, yes, gorgeous I'm fine." He wasn't fine. His fucking head hurt and he was pretty sure he smashed one of those disgusting hotdogs into his last clean shirt. Still, he smiled, trying to look seductive as he struggled to his feet. "What can I do for you darling?"

"Oh, um, your friend over there smacked into me while he was twirling on the ice. He spilled my hot chocolate. He told me to go see you and you'd buy me another or suck my cock..." The boy pursed his lips together. "I'd like a hot chocolate, please."

"You sure you don't want a cock sucking."

"That's not necessary."

"Maybe not, darling, but it's more than welcome."

The boy seemed to consider this. "Maybe after the hot chocolate? It's very loud here, and I find it hard to get aroused when I'm stressed."

"Well let's get you out of here and into some hot chocolate, then, shall we?" Nigel stood. "If you can help me get to that bench, I'll put my shoes on and we can go someplace quiet, drink some hot chocolate and talk about that cock sucking offer."

Nigel held out his arm and to his surprise the boy took it.

"I'm Adam, by the way."

"Nigel. Nice to fucking meet you, Adam."

They toddled toward the skate rental place. Maybe New York wasn't so fucking bad after all.

#Spacedogs #Nigel and Adam in NYC #fics with GIFS #Hannibal #Hannigram #Dev in her ask box #writing crack #Dev fics on her birthday

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Tig's Daughter, Chapter 7

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: angst, manipulation

Alex’s POV

"Got the keys to the next one guys," I smiled, bringing them in to Lowell, “so you’re good to go.”

"Thanks Alex." He grinned, taking them, "do you mind watching Moby for a little bit. I was gonna take a lunch, but I can knock out the oil change first since your dad just went."

"yeah, of course," I smiled. Moby smiled at me from his spot on the oil drum. He reached out and I picked him up, "come on little man. How about we make daddy and you sandwiches for lunch."

"YEAH!" he cheered.

I went in to the office to let Gemma know I was gonna take a second and make something to eat for Lowell and Moby.

"Hey Gemma, do you mind if I take a few?"

She looked like she was about to say no, and then she saw Moby balanced on my hip. She gave a happy sigh, "you taking the little guy in for a snack?"

"Yeah," I smiled, "tell her what we're gonna do buddy."

"Make me and daddy lunch!"

"Good deal," Gemma smiled, "you can if you agree to get me a coke and get some cigarettes from your dad. He should be in there."

"Do I have to?"

"Gonna have to talk to him sometime sweetheart," she laughed, "and there's no better time than the present."

"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled, "come on Moby, let's blow this popsicle stand."

"Ohhh, I want a popsicle."

"Maybe later," I laughed, walking into the clubhouse. At the bar I saw Piney and Bobby arguing over the toilets, "hey, have you guys seen my dad?"

"Should be in church. Talking to Clay."

"Okay. Can you guys watch Moby for a few so I can make him some lunch?"

"Of course," Bobby smiled. I sat Moby on one of the bar stools between the two guys and grabbed some juice from the fridge, "how's it hanging little man."

"Don't spill it," I reminded Moby as I sat the juice in front of him, "use your straw."

"Thank you Miss. Alex."

I nodded and ran off to the kitchen, making a few sandwiches for Moby and Lowell. I got him some chips, and Moby got a cut up apple.

"Making Moby some lunch?" Clay asked, coming into the kitchen.

"Yeah," I nodded, "Lowell said he'd knock out the oil change before he went on lunch, because I guess dad abandoned him."

"I just went on my lunch," dad said, walking in, “kid’ll be fine out there alone. Did you need me sweetheart?”

"Still not talking to you," I growled, “Jerk.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he wanted to say something, but Clay stopped him.

"Just let the kid be," Clay grumbled. Then he turned back to me, "need any help bringing the food out?"

"No," I shrugged, "but Gemma did want a pack of dad's cigarettes and a coke."

"I got it," Clay nodded. He grabbed a shopping bag and threw two cokes and a milk in. Then he turned to my dad, "cigs."

"This is my last pack."

"My queen wants em," he chuckled, "you can walk across the street."

Dad rolled his eyes, but nonetheless gave his pack of cigarettes over to Clay. After I balanced the plates and the bag I went back out to the bar where Moby was sitting, "you ready Moby?"

"YES!"

Bobby helped him down and he started walking beside me.

"Alright buddy, remember. You gotta hold on to me," I reminded him, "we don't know if anyone's gonna drive into the parking lot so you can't run off. Got it?"

"Got it!" he smiled.

We walked through the lot without incident. When Gemma saw me coming, she grabbed the empty tool bench and slid it through the door to use as a makeshift table. Once I got the food set down, I lifted Moby back onto the oil drum. He helped me set up the coke and his milk.

"The rest mine?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks, kid."

Without much more she walked off, back into the office and I turned my attention to Moby.

"Did good kid."

"Miss Alex?"

"Yeah buddy?"

"Can you make me lunch every day?"

"Every day you're here," I laughed, ruffling his hair, “it’ll be a date.”

“Okay!” he giggled excitedly.

"Thanks," Lowell smiled, handing me the keys as he came back from the lot, "I told Clay and Gemma he'd only be by on my breaks bu-"

"Lowell it's fine," I laughed, "You know Clay and Gemma won't mind. WE love this little guy."

"Well thanks," he nodded again, “I appreciate it.”

I sent him a friendly smile and turned around, wishing that I hadn't.

Juice was by Unser's truck, which had been parked in the bay, a girl a bit older than me was next to him. The fact that Juice had come back from Nevada with a girl wasn't the part that bothered me. The part that really got me was the fact that Half-sack was staring at her.

He was giving her some look.

Like she was something special.

"You okay sweetheart?"

I looked back to Gemma and nodded, "yeah."

"I can tell you're lying."

I walked into the office and hugged her. I could feel the tears pricking at my eyes, but I didn't want anyone else to know what I was feeling.

"You got a thing for Eddie?" I nodded, unable to find my words. She sighed, sitting us down on the couch, "come on baby."

As she sat me down, I noticed she took another look out the window, and this time she stiffened.

"What happened Gemma?" I asked, "did he go up to her?"

"No," she growled, "Clay did."

"What?"

"That son of a bitch," she growled. Just then, Kip came into the office, "you know that little tart?"

"Uh yeah, uh," he said stumbling through his words, "she's-"

"Clay tapping that?"

"I wouldn't know what Clay's tapping" he said nervously, "you know aside from yo-"

"GET OUT!"

He left in a hurry, and I felt the tears falling down my cheeks as Gemma slammed the door, "fucking dogs. Every single one of em."

She wrapped her arms around me, and we began crying together.

"We'll get through this baby," she cooed, "we will. I promise you."

Tig’s POV

Fucking christ.

"What's wrong, brother?"

"I need in her room," I said to Clay, "discreetly and quickly."

He nodded and texted sack, "she'll be out in a few. What's going on?"

"School called," I grumbled, "guidance counselor said that I missed the past two calls and now the parent teacher conferences she's set up. I didn't even fucking know. I need to see if I've been getting shit and Alex is hiding it."

"Alright, well let’s go," Clay announced, standing up from the shop. I saw Alex coming out and she immediately stopped in the middle of the lot, “Hey-“

"Where are you going?"

"I uh-"

"I asked my daughter, prospect."

"Kip asked me if I wanted to go to the movies," she said quickly, "a new movie just came out...it's called the Conjurer."

"You have to be seventeen to see rated R movies."

“I’m eighteen you prick,” she growled. When I didn’t move, she sighed, "come on…Dad."

I sighed, rubbing my brow. This was how sack had managed to get her to agree to leave.

Fuck.

"Fine," I groaned, "but I don't have any money to cover a ticket or snacks s-"

"It's okay," sack said quickly, "I'll pay for her. I offered anyways."

"Make sure she's home right after." I ordered, "you are still technically grounded."

"I know."

I looked at the prospect and nodded. The two of them bounded off towards his bike and I shook my head, "A LITTLE THANK YOU WOULD BE NICE!"

"THANKS TIG!"

He handed her a helmet and the two of them were off.

"See how easy that was," Clay chuckled, clapping me on the back. He led the two of us into the clubhouse, but he stopped at the bar, "you let me know if you need any help."

I went back to the dorms, expecting to see someone. Anyone really, but I didn't. Not a damned soul. Walking to her room, I noticed that the door was unlocked.

Well that was easy.

I went in, quietly closing the door, and stood there.

Her room was clean.

The bed was made.

But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was up. I couldn't help but think that something was wrong.

She had to be fucking up somehow.

I started off at her bed. There wasn't anything under the pillows or between the mattress and box spring. Under the bed was just a few pairs of sandals and a notebook. Pulling out the notebook I saw that it was labeled Chemistry. I threw it on top of the bed and opened it up.

It was not about chemistry.

Dear diary,

I don't think he trusts me anymore. :s Everything feels so tense, and I don't know how to change it. I just wish things could go back to the way they were...when I was little. When we had Missy. When we had the house. I've been looking at places to try to bring up to dad, but that would involve us actually acknowledging each other's existence. I feel like the only time he ever acknowledges me is when he's trying to start a fight.

Like the other day. I've been following along with that bullshit guidance counselor's plan. I've been going to class. Doing my homework. Meeting up with her twice a week...and dad still yelled at me saying that I wasn't. But how would he know? The guidance counselor asked me two different times if she's had dad's number right and I thought it was it. But apparently he changed it last week when he switched to a new burner. As soon as I got the right number I gave it to her, so hopefully he answers. She's tried to set up face-to-face meetings but he's always busy.

Maybe it was wrong of me to think coming home was a good thing...maybe I should have just let Brenda throw me out. It feels like I'm not doing anyone any good. Shit. He's knocking on my door. Got to go. Write again soon.

Lexi

I skipped back a few pages and saw another previous entry

Dear diary,

I got fired. The manager told me that he stopped in and threatened them. I can't believe my dad did that. I only started doing it so that we could get a house.

At least I don't have to explain it to him. He hates my guts now though. Ever since he found out how old I really am. That, or he doesn’t like that I’m Tig’s daughter. Maybe I should have told him about my age sooner...

That wouldn't have changed anything...who am I kidding? He only came in to watch me. It is kind of funny to think though, he's part of the club and I've been living here, but he didn't even know I existed.

My thoughts are everywhere.

I need a smoke.

Fuck writing in this thing.

Shit.

I sat down on the floor and laid the notebook next to me.

Looking to my left I saw a shoebox under her nightstand. Dragging it out, I noticed that it was slightly heavy.

What the fuck? What shoes did she get that were this heavy?

When I opened the box I saw stacks of bills. All of them were neatly wrapped. Closing the box I noticed that she had written 'house fund—me and dad.'

I opened the box again, feeling even more guilty. She had clearly saved everything she'd made at the strip club, and it was intended to get us a house.

"Jesus."

It didn't even feel or sound like my own voice. My fingers grazed the bills and I slammed the lid shut.

This is wrong.

I should be taking care of you. Not the other way around.

I felt some tears slipping down my cheeks as I shoved the box down back under the night stand. Forcing myself to get up I hid the notebook back under her bed and went to the door.

I shouldn't be in here.

Chapter 8

#tigs daughter #soa #sons of anarchy season 1 #sons of anarchy season 2 #sons of anarchy #charming #mc #motorcycle #motorcycle clubs #alexander trager #soa tig #tig trager

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stuckysdumbbitch · 2 years

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backstage pass

summary: the drummer takes interest on your friend, or so you thought.

pairings: dark! rockstar! bucky x naive! reader x dark! rockstar! steve x fan girl! nat

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, dubcon, smut, drugging, oral (f and m receiving), everyone is bi, degradation, un consensual piercing?, orgy, unconsensual filming, drug use, misogyny and sexism, slight sexualization of lesbianism from bucky and steve, if i missed any please let me know!

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the lights of the arena were too bright for you, accompanied by the shrieks of fans, all you could do was groan as your best friend jumped erratically beside you, her tits spilling off her bra as she tried to catch the drummer’s attention.

“Nat, relax.” you muttered, her uncharacteristic behavior annoying you too. She was usually the coolest of the two, but since she found out her favorite band was coming to town, she swore that Bucky Barnes, the drummer with playboy tendencies, was going to fall in love with her and take her backstage.

You gasped when Natasha pulled down her thong at the middle of an elaborate riff that Steve Rogers, the guitarist, was playing. She balled the material and launched it at the back of the stage, getting caught in Bucky’s stick. He showed a toothy smile, teeth so sharp they resembled a shark’s, and smelled the fabric before pocketing it in his leather pants.

And your jaw dropped when at the end of the show, a big burly man came over and invited the two to over to backstage. Nat grinned at you in a “I told you” manner, and you just rolled your eyes.

The dressing room was just as you imagined; Bucky was snorting the powder you assumed was coke, and Steve was undressing from his sweaty clothes. Wanda Maximoff, the bassist, left as soon as you entered, muttering something about how disgusting her band mates were. The backup guitarist was no where to be seen, probably going out with the other bunch of groupies.

The room smelled like alcohol, sex and smoke. The infamous rockstar ate the two of you with his eyes, from Natasha’s knee length boots and low cut dress to your pleather skirt and pink bustier. Instantly, Nat begun bubbling over how amazing the show was, and how she loved Bucky’s music. You sat down shyly, scared to move around in the overcrowded couch and find something you shouldn’t.

Steve plopped next to you, now clean from the shower but the scent of cigars still lurching inside you.

“You liked the show?” He asked, head rolled back to lay in the couch as his dilated pupils skimmed over your breasts. Before you could process it, Steve was trying to sneak his ringed hand between your thighs.

“Well, I’m going home!” you squealed, suddenly getting up. The ambience was too heavy for you, too dense to even breathe. Both rockstars looked at each other then laughed, Nat was too busy observing Bucky to even answer when you asked her to come back to you. You left the room disgusted with the smell imprinted on your clothes, and found Wanda outside going on her phone. She looked up when she heard the door being closed, and furrowed her brow.

“You left?” She asked you, taking another bite of the apple on her hand. You nodded quickly, rubbing your face in frustration. “Well I don’t think you are getting a taxi at this time, you can come hang out with me and Sam on the other room.”

She signaled to the room she was going, two doors across the broad hallway.

“Yeah, that sounds better.” you muttered.

And it honestly was; Sam and Wanda were nicer and the air was just more breathable. you stayed around an hour talking to them, telling them how Nat dragged you to the concert and was now making out with a super star.

“I think Nat would be finished by now,” You groaned, looking at the clock. “Gonna go look for her.”

Sam chuckled “Nah, she ain’t waking up until tomorrow.”

He said it with such normality, you had to rethink it.

“What?” you asked, clearly not understanding. The two begun to laugh.

“What? do you think we just suddenly wanted to spend some fucking time with a random ass girl?” Wanda snickered, her green eyes becoming judging. “You left your fucking friend with two rockstars, what else do you think would happen?”

The words hit you like a truck, and you were suddenly banging the door to get out.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Sam groaned, walking yo to you. “You wanna go with your friend? I’ll take you with your friend.”

He unlocked the door and dragged you to the other dressing room, and you didn’t know if it was a good idea anymore. But before anything, he shoved you inside and locked the door again. The charismatic back up bassist had delivered you like a sacrificial lamb.

The image before you was unsettling; Nat was on all fours, her eyes half closed as cum coated her body, ass red and neck full with darkening hickeys. In her mouth she still held Steve, and Bucky was making his way up to you.

“Look whos here,” He told the camera he held in his hand, an arm wrapping around your shoulders as he shook you. “The little Judas.”

His hand wrapped around your neck to lift your head, making you look at the camera. From behind your view, Steve left Natasha and neared dangerously to you in all his naked glory. Down his powerful arms, tattoos scattered, the ink over his pale skin as if it was containing his bulging muscles. Bucky was beefy, but more lithe.

“I didn’t know you were such monsters!” you squeaked as Steve picked you up and sat you in his lap after laying in the couch. His hand slipped towards your thigh, as if it was the wish that was taken away from him. His fingers traced over your fishnet tights as Bucky positioned the camera on the table he was previously snorting from. His fingers, long and thick, tangled in Natasha’s hair and made her crawl towards the mass of bodies yours and Steve’s where.

“You know how I got her like this?” Bucky wandered, bringing the desensitized Nat closer. “You need a soft tranquilizer and a powerful aphrodisiac, and you get your perfect groupie kitty.”

Steve’s arms suddenly round you, holding you still as Bucky neared a glass to your face, having to pinch your nose for you to drink it. The bitter liquid sloshed down your throat no matter how hard you try to evade it.

“You hurt Stevie’s feelings when you left like that, though we could have fun with your whore friend, until she let slip that you were a virgin.” The drummer taunted, pulling down your socks only to the knee to get a good grip of your panties; you felt the effect of whatever shit he gave you as he ripped your underwear. “Wanna fuck this virgin pussy with this sweet fishnets.”

You got distracted as Steve undid your top, your tits now free as he pulled down the zipper of your skirt and Bucky worked on your boots. Now immobile, you resorted to crying, only sound you could make were some words and whimpers. The glimmer of a knife caught your eye, a meek little sound escaping your lips as Bucky set it aside and pulled your only con thing item, the stockings, on again. Your new wetness drenched the material and Bucky fisted Natasha’s hair once more, pulling her jaw down with the other as her tongue rolled out.

He shoved her face into your core, having you cry when her wet muscle started eating your sweet honey with wanton, the blond guitarist pulling your legs further apart. The brunet accompanied his friend on the couch, pumping furiously his cock as he watched the redhead eat you out with such need; he slipped his other hand to pull your lips open so Natasha could further fuck her wet muscle into your cavity. You tried not to look at her green eyes, absorbed in lust totally forced on her.

The drummer’s fingers connected with your clitoris as the guitarist groped your chest, pinching your nipples to the point of pain, but you only got wetter from this. You felt the knot begun to tighten at your center, something so deliciously sinful you could help but rock your hips towards it.

Natasha laid her tongue flat and pressed it against you, letting the buck of your hips drive you into your first ever orgasm. You let out a loud moan, your head falling back from the stimulation. Your best friend was in awe, watching you cum against her tongue inciting her to sneak her hand in between her legs and begun rubbing at her own puffy clit.

Her ministration were cut short when Bucky’s hand collided against her cheek, sending her off you in the way.

“What the fuck you think you were doing?” He growled, although he seemed more excited than angry. Natasha stammered, something inside her still wanting to please her favorite rockstar. “You know what happens to slutty girls that don’t behave?”

Natasha whimpered, and you came back to your instincts, Steve’s erection now between your ass cheeks as his hand trailed down your belly to rub against your clitoris, slightly numb from the breathtaking orgasm you just had.

Bucky was collecting a things around the room, a lighted, a needle, and a velvet box.

He sat on the mahogany coffee table, grabbing Nat by the neck to pull her against his chest, pinching and tweaking her nipples. Your eyes widened when you put the pieces together, but fluttered shut at Steve’s relentless ministration sending jolts all over your body.

“You want this?”Bucky whispered, making the redhead nod against him. He burned the end of the needle, taking hold of Nat’s tit. He carefully threaded the needle through the erected flesh. Nat’s moan shocked you, her pleasure unknown you; the drummer quickly placed the first piercing and cleaned it with pure vodka. She hissed, taking Bucky’s hand to place it on the healing piercing.

Steve shoved your face into the couch seat, suddenly putting you in all fours to rip a hole in the crotch of you tights. He rubbed his thick cock over your entrance, pressing the tip against your clit to watch you squirm as drowsily as you could.

You watched Nat, with bars piercings and drugged out of her mind, but Bucky’s attention was all over you again.

“C’mon, kiss your pretty friend.” He encouraged, and Natasha lazily complied, lips slotting over yours as her tongue invaded yours, kissing you slowly until she pulled back to spit inside your tongue. “You nasty girl.”

Steve chuckled, one of the first sounds he made in that night.

“Gonna rape this virgin cunt.” he grinned, and your eyes widened at how crudely he said those lewd words. You started to whimper, and Bucky placed his khol lined eyes on your trembling figure. He looked at you with such interest as Steve lined his cock with your entrance, as if he was waiting to savor your scream.

As a burning pain blossomed on your core, you bit your lip to hush your cries; more tears rolled down your cheeks. The blond guitarist didn’t like your silence, so he squeezed your cheeks in his hand until you were forced to make the sounds he considered music. He took his time getting inside you, breaking open your walls as slowly as possible. When he was fully seated in side, he took a deep breathe, waiting for Bucky’s command. Both him and Nat watched intently, Steve’s fingers tightening around your hips.

“Go on blondie.” Bucky ushers, and the guitarist gives an experimental thrust, loosing himself in how tight and warm you are. His movements pick up, your delicate walls rushing to accommodate to his abuse, the squelching sound resonating in the sound proof room.

Steve’s groans turn into growls when he bends forward to smell the sweet coconut shampoo in your hair, his arm snaking underneath your womb to press himself against you, hitting your g spot and having you mewl like a cat for him. The pain started to turn into a blinding pleasure, that had your mouth wide open for Bucky to suddenly slip his cock inside. Your gargled against the appendage, spit coming out of the corners of your mouth as Bucky slided his hands between your locks. You felt your heart beating against your chest as the two begun thrusting rhythmically, your chest now pressing against the arm rest as they pulled you the two different ways, you could feel your back crackling under their rough ministrations.

Bucky fucked your mouth to his desire, making you choke and clench around Steve again and again. Something deep inside forgot how your body was being assaulted, a warm fuzzy feeling being awoken by the two strong rockstars manhandling you for their own gratification, finding delight inside your drenched holes.

“Making me feel so good,” Steve murmured into your ear before licking your neck. His words came out more frantic and sloppier as so did his thrusts. Before squeezing the life out of your hips, he pulled out his cock and painted your puffy folds and fishnets with his thick cum.

Steve smeared his own cum into your ass and gave it a hard spank, a view that stirred up Bucky’s instincts; he held your head until your nose was touching his pelvis and his long cock was way past your gag reflex. The salty warmth spilled into your mouth, making you whimper softly. In his release, the rockstar looked like a god, sweat shining over his tattooed chest, veins popping in his arms and growls leaving his parted, pink lips.

He came down off his high suspiring, slipping his cock out of your mouth, then holding your jaw shut so he could make sure you swallowed.

“We are going to have so much fun with you.” He smirked, and you didn’t even know if it was a statement or a warning.

You woke up the next day having regained the partial control of your limbs. You couldn’t remember the night after the part where Steve made you ride him, just you falling face-first into his strong chest. In your grogginess, you saw Nat passed out on the floor, carelessly sprawled with dried cum on her belly. You were more taken care of; dressed in a huge your t-shirt and cuddled under a blanket. As memories flooded, you ran your hand over your face searching for your clothes in the mess of the dressing room. You begun to cry, from the physical pain and humiliation you felt on the pit of your stomach, but you knew you had to get out of there as quickly as possible-

“C’mon pretty thing, take my cock-there you go, nice and deep.”

Those words brought attention to what was happening behind the couch. On a big screen TV popped up your fucked up face, your body hunching over Bucky’s lithe abdomen, cock burried in your pink pussy as his ringed hands moved your hips on top of him. Behind the couch, the two men stood bathed and changed, watching the video like a director watched his best movie.

“What do you think Stevie?”Bucky mocked, eyes skipping your figure.

“She just won an all exclusive experience, coming on tour with us.”

#dark! stucky #dark!stucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes x reader #dark!bucky smut #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky #dark!rockstar!bucky #dark!steve rogers x reader #dark!steve rogers smut #dark!captain america #dark!steve rogers #dark!rockstar!steve rogers #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #bucky barnes #steve rogers #dark!avengers #dark!fic #smut

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cassandraclare · 3 years

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last round Q&A

Not forever, just before I open the box up again!

SPOILERS BELOW FOR CHAIN OF IRON ——————

grace--blackthorn said: In the first chapter, we see Lucie giving Grace the thorn-apple for the spell, and few lines after, Lucie said that next time, she will ask Christopher for another sample, and also, the laboratory they're using.. So I was wondering, does he know about what the two girls are doing? Or not?

He knows Lucie is up to something, but not what. It is in his nature to want to help out, but she hasn’t told him what she’s doing.

marksgoldfish said: hi cassie, is matthew going to get his heart broken again? I need to know if I need to prepare 😃

Matthew seeks out getting his heart broken. It’s kind of his thing, unfortunately.

thefairchildeffect said: Hiya Cassie! I was wondering if we could get a little spill on Christopher in CHoI. Does Christopher get a love interest in CHoI? My friend and I are dying to know, but we can wait of.. I hope you and Reginald are safe.

Ah, Kit (original Coke version.) I can say we get a scene from his perspective, and learn more about him and how he feels about things. I can’t say much else ;)

Reginald is in fine fettle! Here he is occupying a box I was trying to use.

anadadash said: Just wanted to thank you 🌹🙏🏼 this is the first time there is a heroine in a story, Cordelia, with the same origin as me (Persian) that I can relate too and be proud of🤔😊 never happened before .......

Many hugs. 🌹

bellefleurx said: Hello Cassandra! Do you still intend to write chapter 15 The Whispering Room from James' POV?

I do though I don’t know when! I thought about doing it as an extra for Chain of Thorns, but I decided that’s going to be the story of the family tree, what it actually is and why there was a messed-up version of it. :) I think it’ll be fun. Keep an eye out for the James POV as a freebie, maybe around Valentine’s?

#chain of iron #chain of gold #the last hours

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one-more-offbeat-anthem · 3 years

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Dean triple-checks to make sure he’s got everything--the sandwiches, the cheese sticks, a Coke for him and a sparkling water (peach, of course) for Cas, and Jack’s juice box.

(He once forgot the juice box. It was not a good day.)

“C’mon, Jack,” he says. “Stop--no, don’t tug on the dog’s tail. She doesn’t like that.” Dean scoops up his four-year-old and balances him on one hip while trying to grab his bag with the other. “We’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.”

“Daddy, I wanna get Marvin,” Jack replies stubbornly, and Dean sighs.

“Okay, but you have to come right out to the car. Papa’s waiting for us.”

Cas is a physics professor at KSU, and he gets an hour break for lunch on Wednesdays--a break that Dean and Jack typically join him for, if they can manage to leave the house on time. Dean stands outside the car for about two minutes before he goes back inside to see if Jack has found his beloved teddy bear, Marvin.

“Jack,” he calls, “We have to leave!”

Dean hears tiny footsteps coming down the stairs and then Jack emerges, holding Marvin in one arm and his Disney Princess coloring book in the other. “I wanna show Papa the pictures we colored this morning.”

“Okay, okay,” Dean says. “We will. But you have to get in your carseat so we can go.”

Before Jack, Dean had been a mechanic, but he doesn’t mind his current gig of being a stay-at-home dad. He’ll miss Jack when he goes off to pre-kindergarten in the fall, but he hasn’t decided if he’ll go back to full-time work. Dean probably won’t ever admit it out loud, but while he loved being a head mechanic, being Daddy has been the most rewarding job he’s ever had.

The drive to the university only takes about ten minutes, but in that time they cycle through three different CDs and Jack has a minor meltdown about not bringing the dog.

(The last time they brought her with them to lunch, she escaped and Cas had to chase her across campus in a suit.)

Eventually, though, they’re there, and Cas is waiting for them at a picnic table outside his building. Jack, once he’s free of his carseat and the child-locked rear car door, runs over to Cas, throwing his tiny arms around Cas’ legs.

“Papa!” he says, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Cas replies, even though it’s only been four hours since he left for work.

“Did you miss me?” Dean asks, leaning in for a kiss.

“Always,” Cas says sincerely.

As Dean helps Jack put the straw in his juice box and then watches Cas very seriously consider all of Jack’s pictures in his coloring book (Jack’s current favorite princess is Aurora from Sleeping Beauty), Dean wonders what his Wednesdays will look like next year. Maybe Cas will still have lunch with him without their kid around, if he’s lucky.

But Dean’s already pretty lucky, he thinks, and whatever happens next year might be different, but it’ll still be good. It might even better, because he won't get apple juice spilled on himself regularly.

He still loves his job, though, sticky t-shirt and all.

#maypromptseries #offbeatwrites #prompt: juice box #userstarry #cillabee #kasmircastiel #sorry guys I saw the prompt and was like 'I have to baby jack truth'#heavy are the arms that hold the baby jack #flowersforcastag

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dickiedidtheboogiewoogie · 2 years

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Heart and Soul (Pt.1)

lol it’s a Johnny Knoxville Fan fic (Part uno)

(Feel free to roast, I’ve never written fan fic but enjoy if you want. The titles also an afterthought so like sorry.)

It smells like high hell within the walls of the cramped bar. I like places like this; a bit unupdated , working-class, covered in dust and specks of history. The high hell carried memories, laughter and mischief. People are nuzzled into every nook and cranny against the wood-panled walls. The bar is lined with empty glasses, spilt pretzels and buttcracks. The vibrations of some song, Al Green I think it was. The giggles and loud sports games only made the deep bass of the song audible. It was heaven for all those inside. My rum and coke is melting from the heat in my palms, cooling my insides. I wouldn’t have been so observant if we didn’t just get off of a legendarily awful Friday night.

I went with my coworkers over there; it was a particularly grueling and garlic-bread perfumed shift full of awful customers, loud families, and teenagers carbing up for prom. My clothes were heavy with the stench of italian food and my shoes were caked with dirt. My feet felt seconds away from breaking and my ribs felt like a pressure cooker bomb could go off and shatter them.

“Hey, babes? You're a total space cadet right now?” Anthony, one of the obnoxious new-hires , wagging his ringed-hand in my face. Dumb asshole, I know he’s got some sort of heart down there but lordy he is full of white-man hustpa. I clicked his rings back and out of my eyeline.

“Anthony, you do that shit again I’ll chop your fingers off one by one.” I jokingly threatened. I felt more burnt out by the evening than genuinely mad.

“You wouldn’t.” He replied

“I’ve got two knives on me right now AND a bottle of pepper spray. I can both blind you and make you never able to write your memoir”

I leaned in closer, looking for a sign of life in his eyes. He, after a couple flickers of my eyelashes, started laughing his ass off. Good. My smile eventually creeped up. I felt my back loosen up after a whole night of pressure. He slammed his fist down, proclaiming to buy us all another round. Two of the waitresses, Rachel and Annie, were already quite sloshed off margaritas but still shouted for more. The other waiter, Quiet John, just showed off his glass of Crown Apple.

“Alice,’ Anthony sung ‘ even though you threatened my life and livelihood, I feel I owe you another drink. My intestines protested against my skin, however, glancing up, I nodded for another round of cold relief.

My eyes followed him, skipping and frockling in a controlled way over to the bar. Next to him, waving around for more drinks, I felt some sort of distant heat. My eyes shifted down; a man was staring at me. I shifted, unsure if this really intense staring was on purpose. I checked behind me and all around. Nobody was there. The man didn’t also blink with embarrassment upon checking back in. Uh oh, this was an intentional gaze.

The man had a dangerous glint in his eye, like Jack Nicholson or even Bruce Campbell; there was a hint of distant danger to him. He could get me in trouble just from sitting by him or borrowing his pen. His jacket was immaculate; it was one of those beautiful knit souvenir jackets with flowers and cactuses dancing across it. His hair stuck up, slick and black, almost like Astro boy, but he pulled it off well. My fingers felt uneasy, cramping into balls and tapping against the table. It was a similar look to the one I gave Anthony, but there wasn’t that joking nature under it. This man wanted to know my soul from twenty feet away. He was so handsome it made me uncomfortable, tapping my toes to get the nervousness out. It took Anthony spilling my rum and coke across the table to knock me back into reality.

“God damnit, Alice, I-I’m sorry man. You know those post-work smokes do a number on my coordination.” Anthony slurred and laughed, falling back into his chair with a furious drop.

“It’s fine, you just added more variety to my smell pattern tonight.” I joked, soaking the nippy liquid with a useless napkin. “I’ll be right back.” I added.

I bolted, almost eating shit on the cracked marble floor. The bathroom stunk like cheap jelly air fresheners mixed with stale piss. I hesitantly jumped onto the sink, aiming my nippy leg under the air dryer. It ate my skin, the mixture of the rum and heat, but the dry fabric felt better than the wet one.

“Can’t wait to see that in the morning” I grumbled under my breath.

“Did that dude hurt you?” A mysterious voice whispered from the hallway. I flew off the counter, thundering the ground where my butt landed. The source of the voice appeared, the man who gave me the nail marks in my palm. The handsome devil, standing over me with a soft gaze and furrowed brow of concern.

“Jesus Christ, you can’t just mysteriously whisper in the doorway of a ladies room unless you want to get maced or knifed or any other grievous bodily harm” I groaned, hopping off the floor.

He chuckled, scratching his neck. “I mean…” he started before laughing more. “Sorry darling, just came to check if you needed some certain guy beat up. Didn’t mean to knock you over.”

“Darling? What are you, a diner waitress?” I giggled, retaking my spot under the heater. Instead of leaving upon confirming my safety, the man leaned against the doorframe. He seemingly wanted to study my attempt to dry off.

“Close but a little off. Southern. We invented nice diner ladies so I can see the similarities ”

He laughed again, rubbing his cheeks. Just like his eyes, there was a stench of danger to his laugh, like a giant anvil was gonna drop on my head. It made my stomach feel warm and puzzled.

“Okay country boy, if you’re gonna scare me half to death, I need to know your name at least.”

“So you can file a police report?” He smirked, raising one of his arched eyebrows

“Yes and a police sketch too. We need to protect the other women who might also be drying their jeans in bathrooms in this city.” I replied, mimicking his face.

“Well, on paperwork I’m P.J Clapp but I usually go by Johnny Knoxville”

“What’re you a pornstar? Stud? Drug Dealer.” My jeans were almost finished baking at this point, but I kinda enjoyed having his attention.

He smiled, wiping his lips. “No no, nothing indiscreet. Just a writer.”

“I mean that could be indiscreet.”

“Okay okay, let’s lay off my credentials for a second sweetheart. I need to know the name of my interrogator.

Okay, this one's clever. I giggled a little higher than I would’ve liked. “First officer Alice Howard at your service.”

He rubbed his lips again, giving me an intriguing look. “Well officer, I would like to question you further but I also don’t want your friends to think you’ve dipped and or been murdered. What do you think we should do about this?” He propositioned, strolling a little closer to my spot. His brown eyes flickered and I felt my stomach tingle again. Some sprinkle of courage came out and decided to run off with this stranger. Anything would be better than more of Anthony’s terrible jokes.

“Meet me out front in ten minutes, it’ll take me that long to destench and explain where I’m off to”

“You got it darling.” He leered at me before strolling out of the bathroom. I don’t know what he tied to my stomach to make it feel so weightless, especially since he definitely gave me a bruise on my ass. I hopped off the counter and walked back to the table with a new spring in my step.

“Alice! Where the hell were you? We thought you got caught in a bear trap or something of the like!” Anthony barked, even more sloshed than before I left. I was hastily throwing my purse over my shoulder, dousing myself in some body spray. I didn’t want Johnny to think twice or decide to bail or anything like that.

“No no, nothing like that. It did take forever for the rum to dry and I might have a chemical burn now no thanks to you Anthony.” I replied, just as quickly as I shoved myself into some extra shoes I packed. “I am gonna head out for the night though. Have fun everybody.”

“Alice why the hell- '' Anthony protested in a slurred manner but I started speed walking out of the bar out of his reach. Dashing in between packed customers, couples and friends, my throat was pounding the closer I got to the door. It felt like it was getting increasingly more real, like the bathroom bit was an apparition and I’m chasing after nothing. I squeezed out of the bar, thrown into the crisp fall air. My eyes scanned the sidewalk, looking for any sign of movement. My stomach fell, feeling dooped.

“I knew it.” I muttered to myself upon the lack of movement. “He fucking left…I knew it was too good.” I whispered, digging through my defense weapons for my lonely walk home. I started to saunter down the sidewalk away from the lights of the bar. A soft scraping of shoes on concrete and a lighter click behind me startled me again.

“Knew what?” Knoxville’s voice carried from the other side of the sidewalk. He leaned against the brick wall, dragging on a slim cigarette and stomping it out with his demolished black Converse. I yelped, almost unleashing my pepper spray on his handsome mug. He smirked, putting his cigarette pack back into his jacket pocket.

“You do love hanging in the shadows to scare people don’t you?”

Knoxville swayed over to me, almost like he knew exactly how he looked, with that dirty smirk.

“Wouldn’t want to have it any other way. So, where do you want to go, officer Howard?”

#johnny knoxville #jackass #lolthisisprollyrealbad #johnnyknoxvillexoc #jackass fanfic #chris pontius #steve o

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honey--fics · 3 years

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Could you please write an NSFW fic with an aged up (Pt.3) Jotaro x AFAB! reader in an AU where smartphones existed in the 80s. They’ve started dating recently, & one night the reader is sitting across the table from him & sends him nudes while they’re eating dinner with the rest of the crusaders. After they’re done eating they go to their separate rooms and Jojo pays her a visit. Could you also add in that Jojo didn’t know she had nipple piercings until he saw the pictures she sent him?

I would be so grateful if you could write this, I’ve never seen any fanfics with this idea before, and I love your style of writing! Btw, do you have a kofi (or something else) for tips that you could link to your page if you haven’t already? I hope you guys have a nice day & stay hydrated ❤️

- diet-coke-fries

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It wasn’t letting me reply to your requests properly for some reason, so this’ll have to do for now

AHH THIS IS SUCH A GOOD IDEA AND I HOPE THIS IS OK!! Also, we actually have a Ko-fi and I’ll make a post about it right after this one! Love you sm diet-coke-fries!!

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(Cw: a bit of degration)

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Message sent.

Clearing your throat, you adjust your shirt and sit back down in your chair, re-tucking your phone into your skirt pocket. You rest your elbows on the table and press your chin into your palms, a mischievous smile slipping from your lips as you look across the table at your unknowing boyfriend, Jotaro.

You'd just started your relationship only a few months ago, so you were eager to see the stoic man's reaction to the nude you took—especially because you were in a crowded restaurant with all of the crusaders seated next to you both, glass beer bottles in hand, plotting your next move to locate the next enemy stand user. You only wished to see your boyfriend contain his shock and horniness. This is gonna be fun.

Everyone is savoring the fresh steak and pasta that have just been prepared—paying deep attention to Joseph as he spoke about the leads he found in the town they were staying in—but your mind was wandering, watching jotaro from the corner of your eye. Jotaro is leaning back in his chair, his arms folded tightly across his chest and a ‘Killians’ beer in one hand. He was listening in on the conversation quietly when his phone vibrates loudly, bringing the black screen to life. You fiddle with the ends of your hair—watching eagerly as he sets down his nearly empty beer bottle, takes his phone from his pocket, and taps on the notification.

To your pleasure, his teal eyes widened slightly—continuing to gaze at the screen for a few moments longer, before looking up—a dark brow cocked and direct eye contact with you…. hot. You flutter your lashes, eyes lidded while you both focused on eachother. You noticed how his jaw clenched, and his how he swallowed thickly—his Adam’s apple bobbing. Just the reaction you were expecting. The corner of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to say something when he realized again all of the crusaders were present, debating something serious—so he refrained from created a scene.

Carefully, your run your index finger against the rim of your water glass, watching as he shifted his weight while breaking eye contact with you—closing his eyes and sighing heavily. He slides his phone back into his pocket, and takes his beer back into a tight hold. Chewing your lip to contain your grin, you watch as he pulled his other hand up and uses a finger and pushes the rim of his cap down to cover his face. All you do after that, is anticipate what’s going to happen later that night.

…

Everyone is saying their good nights, waving casually as they retire to their rooms. Since you were the only woman to go on the trip, Joseph had insisted you get a room all to yourself while the men had to share rooms. Of course you obliged to his request. While you retreat to your designated room, you look to the side and make brief eye contact with Jotaro while he made his way to his shared hotel room with Kakyoin. His face looked a little flushed, and you bite your lip, you suppress a laugh before you unlock your hotel door and slip inside.

Slowly, you take your time to get ready for bed,, kicking your shoes off carelessly, brushing your teeth, and washing your face at a comfortable pace. You brush through your hair and change into your favorite silky nightgown before sighing softly and flopping onto the soft pillows and quilts of your hotel bed. You make sure to charge your phone on the nightstand, and exchanged it for a thin magazine

After flipping through a few pages and admiring the gorgeous women and furniture that were on the pages, a soft knock sounds on your door. You sigh heavily, and hurriedly rise to answer it, softly turning the cold door knob and cracking the door open. When you lean in and peek outside, you're greeted by your boyfriend Jotaro's emotionless gaze, while he gently pushes you back, entering softly and shutting the hotel door with his hand.

“What’re yo—“

Jotaro laces his huge hands around your hips—almost encompassing them—and lifts you up before you can finish your sentence. You gasp sharply, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his midsection to keep yourself from falling—not that his strong arms would let you fall anyways. He pushes your back against a nearby wall, and you slide your hands over his powerful chest, your heart pounding. He gives you a disgruntled expression, his brows furrowed.

“Tch. While we were having dinner with everyone? You’re such a whore.”

You part your lips—surprised at his callous tone. He’s never been like this before, but the harsh and degrading words spilling from his lips made your heart skip. You bat your eyelashes, gazing at him innocently, feeling arousal beginning to stir within you already.

“Jotaro, what do you mean?”

“Don't act like you don’t know.” He growls, a rumble in his voice while you bite your bottom lip, feeling his rough hands groping your thighs, and his semi-hard cock pressing against your ass.

He leans in, his lips ghosting over yours for a moment before he kisses you roughly, tongue sliding into your mouth forcefully. You sigh into the kiss, tangling your fingers and pulling right before feeling him break away, biting your bottom lip in the process.

You pant, your lips stinging as another soft gasp escapes you. You watch as he begins to slip the thin straps of your nightgown off your shoulders, pulling it down just enough to expose your breasts, and he clicks his tongue, his gaze fixed on them.

“Didn't know you had nipple piercings until you sent me that nude.”

He whispered, stimulating the buds with his calloused thumbs and fiddling with their black piercings. You moan quietly, attempting but failing to grind against him. He sighs and bends down to kiss you again, enjoying how responsive you are to his touch.

“Let's see if you can stay quiet—just for me.”

#anime #jjba smut #jjba part 3 #jojos bizarre adventure #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #writing #jjba #jotaro #submission #jotaro.🍒

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shawnsprincesse · 2 years

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When life throws you lemons Part 22 (Shawn Mendes AU)

WARNING, this part contains:

Fingering

When life throws you lemons, you’re forced to deal with Shawn Mendes. Before moving in with five guys, including Shawn Mendes, Kylie swore she would never ever in her life allow Shawn to get anywhere near her but things quickly change and soon she finds herself drunkenly kissing him in a bathroom. What starts as a drunken kiss turns into a passionate secret relationship.

Shawn and I had managed to hide our secret so called relationship for two weeks now. Nobody seemed to suspect a thing and it was quite exciting to be sneaking around like two teenagers hiding from their parents. The only painful thing about this whole situation was the fact that I couldn’t tell Bella. She’s been seeing Niall for a while now and she’s spilled multiple details about their relationship and it kills me to not be able to tell her anything about me and Shawn.

My internship at Apple was going great and I couldn’t be happier about the people I was meeting and the progress I was making. Apple had great faith in their interns, allowing us to be involved with both the accounting and marketing department. I’ve already made some great friends and I could tell that this summer was going to fly by quickly.

”We’re gonna watch a movie, do you wanna join us?” Harry asked as he peaked through my door. I closed the laptop on my desk and swiftly got up from the chair to join them. This Friday was a non-game night and the boys had decided to just stay in and chill.

”Yeah, sure.” I said as I walked through the door. ”What are we watching?” I asked as I sat down on the couch between Shawn and Harry.

”Inception.” Brian chimed in as I leaned back on the couch, situating myself between the cushion and the blanket.

”Wait, you guys haven’t seen inception before?” I asked confused as I looked over at Brian.

”No.” Brian replied with a chuckle.

”What?” I asked. ”How?”

”It’s like three hours long, who has the time?” Shawn asked as he looked at me skeptically.

”I do!” I argued, appalled that none of them had seen this movie before. It’s over ten years old and none of them has ever bothered watching it? That’s outrageous!

”Obviously.” Shawn scolded me and I reached over to swat his arm. ”You’ve got no life!”

”Shut up!” I called out as I swatted him again.

”Make me.” Shawn grinned as his deep brown eyes stared me down.

”Ew.” I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that deep down inside I really just wanted to kiss him.

Niall turned the movie on and I leaned back against the couch, curling my legs up onto the seat and making myself cozy beneath the large blanket. The guys had brought beer and popcorn that was sitting on the table along with a large bottle of coke.

I felt Shawn place his large palm on my bare thigh beneath the blanket, my eyes quickly shifting towards him as he tapped his fingers gently against my inner thigh. His eyes kept their focus on the TV as he gently caressed me beneath the blanket. A soft smile crept across my lip as I leaned slightly to the left, towards his body.

I don’t think the guys have even been this quiet all at once. They all stayed completely silence as they focused on the complex plot of the movie since I’d already seen the movie before, I could shift my gaze around the room and towards Shawn as he leaned back on the couch.

I watched as he wrapped his lips around the beer bottle, my mind slowly trailing away from the movie as I thought about kissing him instead. If only we’d been alone right now. I reached my hand under the blanket, brushing my fingers gently down his lower arm. Shawn quickly glanced over at me, his brown eyes observing me through his thick lashes. Shawn kept his hand on my thigh as my hand brushed over the back of his hand, my fingers playfully tugging at his beneath the blanket.

A small smile crossed Shawn’s lips as my hand continued to fiddle with his fingers. I instinctively leaned even closer to Shawn on the couch, thankful that the blanket was covering most of my body. A part of wished that the rest of the guys would just leave because I wanted to be alone with Shawn. We hade’t had much time to ourselves since someone was always at the house and my internship had taken up a bunch of my time this past week. I missed being alone with him.

”Are you tired?” Shawn whispered quietly, the loud movie drowning out his voice as he whispered into my ear.

”A little.” I whispered as I felt his hand gently stroke my inner thigh. His fingertips reached the hem of my cotton shorts and I was shocked to realize that he wasn’t going to stop there. Instead, his hand slid over the cotton shorts and towards the hem of them, his soft fingertips brushing against my lower stomach as he trailed the hem of my shorts.

I shot him a confused and nervous look as his palm caressed my lower stomach. A cheeky grin spread across Shawn’s lips as his eyes met mine. I knew what he was doing and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to stop him or not.

”Want me to stop?” Shawn whispered teasingly, knowing that I was currently debating whether I should follow my inner bodily desires or do what was reasonable, which would be to tell him to stop and not make a scene. I wasn’t even sure if I had enough strength in me to stay quiet and he definitely knew that already, this was just another one of his challenges.

”No.” I whispered as I’d made up my mind. I was excited by the idea and tempted by his touch and even though this was extremely risky, I would only have myself to blame if we got caught. Let’s just hope we don’t.

Shawn cockily raised his eyebrows at me as he watched me sink back against the cushion, spreading my legs slightly for him beneath the blanket. Shawn’s deep chocolate brown eyes watched me intently as he slowly ran his hand down my pants, pressing his warm fingers against my already wet slit.

I let out a quiet gasp as I looked at him through my black coated lashes. My teeth sunk into the inside of my bottom lip as I felt his index finger slowly ran down my soaked slit.

”Already wet for me huh?” Shawn whispered as he cheekily winked at me.

”I’ve missed your touch.” I admitted shyly as I met his intense gaze. The grin on his lips widened as he teasingly pressed his finger against my entrance.

”And I’ve missed your pussy.” Shawn stated in return as he slowly pushed his finger inside me, causing me to slowly shut my eyes and lean my head back against the cushion. Shawn slowly pulled his finger back, pressing the top of both his index and ring finger against my entrance before entering me slowly.

I let out a quiet gasp, biting down on my skin to prevent myself from making any audible noise. Thankfully the TV was quite loud and the boys seemed to be completely captivated by the complex plot of the movie.

”I wish we were alone.” I groaned quietly as I leaned closer towards Shawn. His fingers slowly moved inside me, making me sinked further into the couch. I hadn’t had an orgasm since we last had sex in the hot tub and it killed me to not be able to have a proper one at this point. On one hand, it had been good for both me and my relationship with Shawn that the guys had been home for the past two weeks, mostly because it forced us to keep a distance from each other and get to know each other in other ways than by exploring each other’s bodies sexually.

”Think I can still make you come?” Shawn whispered as the grin on his lips widened.

”Yeah.” I nodded as I felt his fingers slowly increase their speed inside me. I wasn’t sure if I could come with people around me, I’d never tried before, but at this point it had been so long that I could probably come with a whole audience watching me.

”You have to stay quiet.” Shawn reminded me teasingly. His soft fingers moved in and out of me as I gently ran my fingers over his arm beneath the blanket, desperate to touch his skin. My eyes focused on Shawn’s plump lips, I wanted to kiss him so badly.

”Baby.” I gasped, feeling the tips of his fingers curve inside me, making me weak at my knees. If the other’s hadn’t been here I would’ve already jumped him.

I closed my eyes, fantasizing about what I would’ve done if we’d been alone. I would’ve done anything for us to be alone right now, desperate to not only be close to Shawn but to feel him inside me. I’m usually not a very sexual person and when I lived alone, I could easily go months without sex but this quickly changed once I started hooking up with Shawn.

”Does it feel good?” Shawn whispered softly as he slid his fingers inside me. My body was full of desires and I was growing more and more desperate for a release even though Shawn’s fingers felt good, I wanted more. I wanted all of him.

”Yeah!” I breathed out softly as I bit the corner of my lip. ”Fuck, I really wish we were alone.” I whispered as I leaned into Shawn’s touch, my fingers gently digging into his soft skin as he continued to thrust his long fingers inside me.

”We will be, once they all go to bed.” Shawn whispered suggestively as he flashed me a smug grin. ”Once they’re all asleep I’ll come downstairs.” Shawn promised. ”And we can just fuck all night.” Shawn added cheekily.

”Mm kay.” I hummed trying to stay quiet as he used his thumb to rub against my sensitive clit.

”You want that baby?” Shawn tutted teasingly into my ear.

”Yes, please.” I breathed out as I bit down on my bottom lip to prevent the moans in my throat from coming out. Suddenly I wanted this movie to be over as soon as possible. Shawn was right, who the fuck has the time to watch a three hour long movie? Fuck.

”I’m gonna fuck you so good baby.” Shawn whispered into my ear as my eyes shifted towards the blanket in my lap. I felt myself clench around Shawn’s fingers as his low voice entered my ear. I wanted to moan out loud but instead I had to sit here and hold back my own breath as the boys around me stared at the TV in front of us. I suddenly hated their presence, not that any of this was their fault, but still I hated the fact that me and Shawn weren’t alone.

”Please-” I whispered softly, begging for a release as I was overwhelmed by my own desire. ”I need to come.” I begged sweetly as my eyes pleadingly stared back at Shawn. He was clearly amused by my silent pleas and the fact that I could barely hold my moans back. The smirk playing on his soft pink lips made my insides melt and I wanted so badly to just climb over his lap and kiss him hard. ”Please Shawn.” I mewled softly as I dug my nails into his lower arm.

I gently wiggled my hips beneath the blanket, meeting his hand as he grinded his fingers into me. They were curved just perfectly, hitting my hidden G-spot with every thrust. I kept my eyes firm on Shawn, staring desperately at him through my thick, black mascara coated lashes. I wanted to scream on the inside as I struggled to keep my composure on the couch.

”You gonna come for me baby?” Shawn groaned softly as he leaned closer to my head, whispering with a low hoarse voice into my ear. I swallowed hard, gulping to stop the moans in my throat from coming out. I nodded in silence, keeping my eyes focused on Shawn’s as he watched me intensely.

I kept my mouth slightly open as I breathed in and out heavily, panting as my fingers clawed at his skin and my hips grinding against his hand’s movements. The blanket covered most of what was going on except for my face, which was completely exposed and flustered.

Shawn’s eyes were glued to my face as he watched me come undone on the couch. He buried his fingers deep inside me and I let out a heavy sigh as I furrowed my eyebrows together, squinting hard while forcing myself to hold back the whimpers in my throat. I was overwhelmed by the orgasm inside me as it conquered me like a tornado. I curled my toes against the cushion of the couch, if only we didn’t have two and a half hours left of the movie.

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bananaofswifts · 3 years

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By Jeff Opperman

Mr. Opperman is the global lead freshwater scientist for the World Wildlife Fund. He is the first author of the book “Floodplains.”

I had just started to scrub the sheet pan when I saw the glare from across the sink.

“Dad, that is so loud!”

Then, to her friend on the laptop Skype screen: “Sorry, my dad is now a huge Taylor Swift fan.”

My daughter is used to me wading into a pile of dishes to the soundtrack of my teen years — usually Bruce Springsteen or the Replacements. She seemed somewhat irritated that her father — a 50-year-old conservation scientist — had strayed from his musical lane.

Well, why not? Americans of all ages know that Ms. Swift is one of the most successful, influential pop stars of all time. She has won 10 Grammy Awards and is up for six more in this year’s competition. (The winners will be announced at a ceremony on Sunday night.) She surprised her millions of adoring fans with two unannounced albums in 2020 — “Folklore” and “Evermore.” Both received critical acclaim for their storytelling and production, but I heard another reason to celebrate them: They are filled with the language and images of the natural world.

The language of nature has been steadily draining from the vocabulary of our culture. With these sister albums, Ms. Swift pushes back hard on that trend.

On the albums, nature has primacy of place from the beginning: their cover art, with photography that shifts with the seasons like the menu of a farm-to-table restaurant. Recorded in the spring, “Folklore” finds Ms. Swift dwarfed by trees in a foggy vernal forest. On “Evermore,” recorded in the fall, we look over Ms. Swift’s shoulder to a stubbly field, bare trees in the distance reflecting the last glow of an autumnal sunset.

Both were recorded during the seemingly endless quarantine and isolation of 2020, and with these cover photos, Ms. Swift seems to be turning to nature for connection and solace.

The albums’ lyrics abound with references to nature: “running like water,” “Gold was the color of the leaves when I showed you around Centennial Park,” “You’ll poke that bear till her claws come out,” “Long limbs and frozen swims/You’d always go past where our feet could touch.”

There are stars, crescent moons, sunrises and sunsets, eclipsed suns, Saturn, comets and auroras, amber skies and purple-pink skies. There are cliffs and precipices and rabbit holes to trip on. Plants grow in the background — bushes, trees, grass, clover, willows and wisteria — and in two songs, ivy or other vegetation grows over characters. The passage of time is marked by wildest winters, spring breaking loose, salty-air summers, autumn chill and gray Novembers. There is snow and cold hands.

An emotional gulf between characters is the “sea you put between us.” Reunions take place “at our old spot, in the tree line.” Tears spill out as “acid rain on the pillow.”

As I’m a conservation scientists, not a music critic, I had to apply some rigor to this claim about the nature of Ms. Swift’s writing. So I analyzed the lyrics of the 32 songs on “Folklore” and “Evermore” and the lyrics of the first 32 songs from the Today’s Top Hits playlist on Spotify. The result? Ms. Swift uses nature-themed words seven times as frequently as the other pop songs do.

Aside from the poetic and aesthetic pleasure all this brings, does it really matter? I think so.

Our culture has experienced a steady and dramatic decline in its connections to nature. American children now spend an average of only four to seven minutes per day playing outdoors, compared with over seven hours per day in front of a screen. By now, they are far better at identifying corporate logos than native plants or animals; they can tell the difference between an Apple and a Coke, but not a maple from an oak.

A 2017 scientific paper published by the Association for Psychological Science reported that nature-themed words were losing ground in our pop culture. Researchers surveyed song lyrics, books and movie scripts and found that words associated with nature have declined steadily since 1950. During that time, the loss of nature words was most pronounced in songs. The scientists scanned the lyrics of 6,000 songs and found that the frequency of nature-themed words had declined by 63 percent. The researchers posit that as we lose our daily connection to nature, we think and write about it less often. Conservationists see these cultural declines as both symptoms of and contributors to many trends reflecting the decline of actual nature.

Against the backdrop of these declines, consider the song “Seven.” In its accompanying video, we see a grainy home movie of a young girl playing in trees as Ms. Swift sings:

Please, picture me in the trees

I hit my peak at 7

Feet in the swing over the creek

I was too scared to jump in

But I, I was high in the sky

With Pennsylvania under me

Are there still beautiful things?

Here, she packs in nature references at a dizzying clip while evoking the landscape of the state where she grew up. The girl in this song does not spend just four to seven minutes outside each day. Rather, nature, childhood and friendship are all intertwined and seared deep in memory.

In Ms. Swift’s lyrics, nature is not remote. It can also be suburban, even urban, and thus familiar and accessible. The backyards where little kids explore creeks become places to party for high schoolers. She name-checks two urban parks: the High Line in Manhattan and Centennial Park in Nashville, her adopted hometown.

Songs like this — in which nature is a place to bond, seek solace or just hang out — may be even more needed than songs that preach about saving it. Because this is not nature as a living (what I do) but simply nature as part of daily life. And that is what we are missing.

Ms. Swift’s songs aren’t going to reverse climate change or the decline of wildlife. But they are a step toward reversing the decline of nature in pop culture, and that matters. If we want to change the world to safeguard nature, and ourselves, we first have to see it. Art can do that.

As I finished the dishes, the song “Seven” came on, with this line evoking an undomesticated childhood: “Please picture me in the weeds. Before I learned civility, I used to scream ferociously.” And I saw my daughter — at the table, working hard as a high school junior — transformed back into her unkempt, tiny form of dirty knees and wild hair. “Hey, that was you,” I told her.

Her eyes gleamed, “Still is.”

Jeff Opperman is the global lead freshwater scientist for the World Wildlife Fund. He is the first author of the book “Floodplains” and a regular contributor to the energy and sustainability sections of Forbes.com.

#taylor swift #folklore #cool #ny times

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karlakattz · 3 years

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I have updated the 5+1 wedding fic.

“Are you gonna tell me your name or do I have to carry on calling you ‘hot DJ’ in my head?”

Well, Aaron does feel extremely hot right now, that is for sure! His body is burning and his skin is flushing with heat. He fears he might melt away any second.

“Aaron.” He clears his throat again, because there is a weird chafing thing happening that he has no control over.

“Aaron,” Robert repeats with sparkling eyes and God, has his name never sounded better! “Nice to meet you.”

They are still shaking hands and Aaron doesn’t want to let go, really. In fact, he wants to pull the other man even closer and kiss that smug confidence right off his beautiful face.

Eventually the moment is broken when a waiter steps outside, balancing a tray with a single glass on it. Robert takes a quick step back and their hands slide out of each other's grip.

“Your whiskey, Sir.” The glass with the brown liquid is being put on the table. “Anything for you?” The question is aimed at Aaron.

“Coke, please.”

The waiter nods and heads back in.

“Bit early for that, innit?” Aaron can’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. It’s true though. It’s just a little past lunch time.

“Driving tonight, so gotta start early. Besides, this is my second wedding in four weeks...” Robert scoffs and takes the glass with his long, nimble fingers that Aaron is definitely not staring at-

God, look at those hands, that glass looks so tiny in hose huge hands…

“... so I’d say I earned it.” He sips at the whiskey and his Adam’s Apple is bobbing up and down when he swallows. “I bet you’d have one too, if you were just a guest and not on duty.”

“I’d be hammered already,” Aaron says dryly, not even lying, and to his delight, Robert throws his head back and lets out a loud and deep laugh.

“Are you telling me that you’re a wedding DJ… who doesn’t like being at weddings?” Robert says amused and raises his eyebrows.

“I mean, the job has its perks.” With a hammering heart Aaron tries his best attempt in flirting and rakes his gaze over Robert’s body, just like the other man did earlier with him. Only Aaron feels a bit rusty in comparison. He is not a flirty person, alright?!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34105873/chapters/85343455#workskin

#robron #fanfic #update #since we are in a festive wedding spirit today 🤣

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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[brelee @ bzoink]

Do you like McDonald's sprite? I couldn't even tell you the last time I had a MdDonald's Sprite, so I don't recall. I'm not really a Sprite/7-Up/Sierra Mist type of gal. Their Coke is good, though.

What age did you start becoming more independent? Well, I'm 32 and can't say that I am to be honest. My health has really taken a toll and over the past 6 years now, especially the past few recent years when I experienced a lot of setbacks, so I've become a lot more dependent on my family and requiring a lot more help. Now with this brain fog shit and other setbacks, I feel completely useless right now. I could not do this on my own, there's no way.

How do you like your oatmeal? Butter, cinnamon, condensed milk, brown sugar.

Do you ever just dance around the house? Sure.

List 5 things you need to do soon. --There's some things I'd like to go shopping for at a few different places.

-- I'd like to try and do more to miraculously put on a little more weight before my doctor visit Thursday (I lost more weight this past month since I last saw my doctor from being sick and other health reasons and I'm scared about what she'll say), but that's obviously not happening....

-- I need to get my laptop checked out because I, the biggest dumb ass, dozed off one night while sitting up on my laptop with a cup of hot Sleepy Time tea and it ended up tipping over and spilling onto my keyboard D; I thought I had cleaned it up quickly and I had a cover over my keyboard, but when I tried to use it later on the keyboard wouldn't work at all and my laptop is stuck in recovery mode or something. I'm so grateful my brother has let me borrow his for the time being since he doesn't really use it, otherwise I'd really be going insane.

-- I have a couple bills I need to pay. -- I need another vacation.

What do you do when you start to feel sad? I'm always sad.

Have you ever been to a metal concert? No.

Do you like metal? No.

What's your favorite Christmas movie? I have many favorites. I love Christmas movies.

What about Halloween movie? I have a lot of those as well, but the Scream, Halloween, and It movies are amongst the top. I've been really into Jordan Peele's movies and he has a new one coming out soon I'm looking forward to.

Do you like the taste of cilantro? Love it.

Have you ever busted a window accidentally? No.

Do you remember those Bratz dolls? What were your favorite dolls? Yes. *shrug* I liked 'em all.

What was the last thing to bum you out? Life.

What is your summer anthem? I don't have one.

Do you enjoy apples? I like them, but I couldn't tell you the last time I had one though. It's been a long time.

Have you ever made apple butter? Do you like it? I've never had it.

Do you own any pocket knives? No.

On a scale of 1-10.. How happy are you and why? Ya'll should know by now.

Do you think diamonds are overrated? I'm not obsessed, but they're definitely pretty.

How many languages can you greet somebody in? Like 3.

Do you have a favorite planet? Earth is cool.

Do you know how to play the flute? No.

What do you enjoy putting in your smoothies? I don't make smoothies. <<< Same. It's rare for me to even get a smoothie, but I actually had a blueberry acai one a few weeks ago because it was just after a brain fog incident and I thought something like that with added antioxidants, vitamins, and energy boost would be good. In high school I used to go to Jamba Juice more often and get like a raspberry or strawberry banana smoothie.

What's a medication that has really helped you? My pain medication.

Do you forgive easily? Yes. Not always a good thing.

Have you ever broken up with somebody? Yes.

What was the biggest phase you went through when you were younger? I was thinking about my environmentalist phase today because it's Earth Day. I was really into that sort of thing for a while in around seventh and eighth grade.

Is there something you've been hiding from someone? Kind of. And perhaps downplaying some things.

Do you believe in demons? Yes.

Have you ever seen a spider consume another spider? Ewwww, no.

What's your favorite fruit? Bananas.

Do you ever go clubbing? No. Definitely not my thing.

Have you ever been to a church camp? No.

Have you ever accidentally swallowed something you shouldn't have? Not anything dangerous, just like… a hard candy that I was sucking on but accidentally swallowed or something. <<<<

Last book you remember enjoying? All the books I've read just in the past few years alone, including the current one I'm reading. I've discovered authors and various series that I've been really into.

When was the last time you got scared? That's a recurring, constant feeling I experience nowadays due to health reasons.

Have you ever seen a boy band live? Yes.

When was the last time you drank water? Like 20 minutes or so ago.

Have you ever been dehydrated? Yes. That was part of the brain fog situation. My mom was like pumping me with water and other drinks full of electrolytes.

Have you ever shot a gun? Yes, once. I went to a shooting range with some friends and gave it, well, a shot. *ba dum tss*

Do you use Facebook? Yeah.

Would you say you're well educated on religious topics? No.

What's the longest you have walked at once? A former friend and I walked all over a big, touristy city that included a lot up and downhill walking. It was insane. I can't believe I used to be able to do that and now I need help out of bed and someone to push me in my chair most of the time. I used to have really good upper body strength and now I'm just so weak. It's sad.

Do you ever take those Buzzfeed quizzes? Yeah, I've take several. It's been awhile since I've last done one, though.

How long was your last phone call? *shrug* Just a few minutes, probably.

Are there a box of tissues on your bedside table? No.

Have you cut your hair here recently? I chopped it pixie cut short last summer and it's still short and choppy and ugly. I don't even care, I just couldn't do the long hair anymore. Not right now anyway. I didn't have the motivation or energy to keep up with it and it would get so knotted and it was just a major pain. It's been nice not having to deal with it right now. I do miss it, though... it took so long to get as long as it was, which was past my butt. I reallyyy miss the red coloring.

Do you like skittles? Nah.

What is your favorite kind of cheeto? (spicy, regular, puffs.. etc. I loved the Flamin' Hot Cheetos, especially the puffs, but I can't eat spicy food anymore. D;

Do you have a skin care routine? No.

Do you know how to write in cursive? Yes.

What's the closest thing to you that is pink? A blanket.

Have you ever watched a black and white film? Yeah, several. TV shows as well.

Did you used to read Dr. Seuss books as a kid? Yes.

What's the longest you've had to wait in line for something? A few hours.

What's the sickest you've ever been? I feel like these past few years, especially as of late, have been the worst.

If you had to be named after an inanimate object, what would you choose? Uhhh.

What is one food you would not like to give up? I'll always miss being able to have spicy food.

Would you ever donate a kidney to a stranger if applicable? Mine probably are the best.

How many scars do you have? A lot.

Do you have any unusual things wrong with your body? (I have different length arms and hands for example) Yes.

What did you last have to eat? So far I've just had chicken broth and a protein shake, which is how I've been starting every morning for the past few weeks. I also had a mini blueberry muffin.

When was the last time you visited a carnival? It was one my high school did every year.

Do you own a pair of those socks with toes? No.

What age did you stop trick or treating? that is if you celebrate Halloween at all.. Ha, I still went sometimes in high school.

What's the best flavor of popsicle? The banana chocolate one.

Are you caught up on laundry? For the most part.

Does your car tend to get super messy like mine? 😅 I don't have a car, I don't drive.

What search engine do you use? Google, of course.

Have you ever had a flat tire? I don't drive.

Do you know what ginseng looks like? Uhh. I don't think so.

When is the next time you have to go grocery shopping? Soon.

#personal #text #survey #surveys #long survey

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peachyproserpina · 3 years

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Oops Pt. 2

Jason Roberts (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Part one here!

Here it is! It's kinda jumpy but I hope yall enjoy it! Tagging my love @glassbxttless for all your help with this and the fact it's dedicated to you!

TW: Smut, Alcohol, Drugs, Food, lots of Crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of Death, pregnancy, babies, swearing

As always! If I have missed a tag let me know and I will tag it!

You hiss when the cold jelly gets smeared on your stomach, you’re fucking pregnant, test after test after fucking test and you’re pregnant. You booked an appointment with Planned Parenthood as soon as they would let you and made Jason come with. They confirmed with a blood test that yes indeed you we’re pregnant and about 5ish weeks along at that point. You both looked at each other and the nurse could see the panic between you too. She sent you home with a stack of pamphlets as thick as your arm and assured you that you have options, even if you needed to make them quick.

That was 3 weeks ago when your bras still fit you, this isn’t your first ultrasound but the jelly never gets any better no matter how much you prepare. Jason is here, he’s insisted on coming to every appointment. He was clingy before but ever since you found out he’s been even worse. Watching the cameras and your location more so then before and having you facetime him whenever you’re out of the apartment. Clingy.

You’re at 12 weeks now and your monkey is about as big as a lime and really fucking with everything they can. You’re showing now, now matter how many layers or flowy dresses you put on, and between the cravings and the aversions (Chocolate is a go but for some reason tacos make you gag) you’ve put on a few pounds. Jason loves it, after the shock wore off and you both decided to keep it, always wanting kids but never knowing when. It just. Felt right. He picked up on your moods and cravings just as well as he did before and the fact your chest is so big now you cant even wear a bra is a plus. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve been woken up with Jason between your thighs as soon as he’s home from work, or when he gently fucks you awake, big hand covering your whole bump and cooing praise in your ear before filling you with cum and letting you get the sleep you need. You’re both adjusting and determined to ‘keep you safe babygirl’ Jason got a promotion with a healthy wage and he’s kept you cooped up at home where he can watch you and his monkey.

“I’m so sorry you have to grow up without a Daddy monkey.” You’re gently rubbing your bump as you walk down the street, en route to your old apartment. The one right across the hall from Jason used to live, where his mom still lives.

“He’s just so dumb for telling grandma I’m going to kill him before you’re born I’m sure of it.” You don’t notice the looks from the people milling on the stairway of the building, too bust fuming at the fact Jason managed to do the one thing you asked him not to do.

Tell anyone.

You wanted to keep it until you knew the gender, maybe post something on your socials, call your family about it. Invite Estelle over for a dinner and let her know then. But nope, Jason as much as a mommas boy he is, spilled the beans a day after you asked him not to. Causing you to make your way to the old building for a ‘baby-baby shower’ with his mom, with a strict “No boys allowed!’ leaving Jason a mess as you walked around New York, knowing he was never far, always watching you helped calm him down. You don’t even have to kock before Estelle is rushing you in the door, and you can’t tell if it’s the spread she has thoughtfully laid out or the hormones but you’re already crying.

There’s cute little cakes, caffeine free tea, candies, chocolate, pickles, and everything else you have possibly been craving spread all over her kitchen table, you hug her close and try to stop your tears.

“Let's get you sat down before you hurt yourself honey.” She sits you in one of her kitchen chairs and brings you a tissue, you thank her as she hands you a cup of tea and you both settle in for the afternoon celebration. She’s dipped into the brandy and brought out all of Jason’s old baby stuff she’ll be sending you home with, you’re flipping through and laughing when you stop on a picture of newborn Jason being held in a man's arms. You furrow your brow and she picks up on that. “He was an awful man you know. Beat me black and blue and Jason too.” Her words take you by surprise, Jason never talked about his dad, just that he was a deadbeat and glad he was dead.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Jason never.” She cuts you off with a soft hand on your thigh before she gently rubs the top of your belly.

“He died young you know, I-” she takes a swig of brandy before she continues. “He beat Jason so bad he broke his arm. Can you believe that? Jason wasn’t much older then 7, still a baby and that bastard broke his arm.” You’re speechless as you flick your eyes between Estelle and the photo of Jason’s father. “He was sleeping around too. Thought I didn’t know, it was the 90’s of course I fucking knew when his pager was going off at all hours. He didn’t even have a pager for work.” You sniffle and nod your head, you really had no idea, Jason never talked about his father and you let it be.

“He shoulda known better, sleeping pills and coke are a dangerous mix you know. Add in some tramp and all the clubs he was going to it was bound to happen sooner or later.” She smiles at you then and you’ve seen that same smile on Jason, recognize that smile. That’s the one he gave you after he came over and installed the first camera. Your blood runs cold for a second before you’re pulled out of your head by Estelle flipping the page and cooing at how cute Jason was taking apart his first Nintendo console.

20 weeks, 5 months and you’re suffering. Your hips are aching and popping, there’s this nerve in your back that keeps pinching and sometimes it’s so bad you can’t even move. You can’t even sleep a full night before the little one is moving around or you’re dying from how hot it is. You whine as Jason gets up, jostling you awake.

“Jas no, come back to bed I finally got some sleep.” You’re making grabby hands at him and he walks around to your side of the bed and pressing kisses against your hair.

“I cant baby, we’re gonna have people over for your shower and I should clean up a little.” Jason is rubbing his hand up and down your belly as he talks, settling the little one and you can feel angry tears well up in your eyes.

“Do we have to? I don’t want to Jason, please?” You can feel the tears leak out now and you’re mad, mad at him, mad at your monkey for keeping you up, mad at yourself for getting pregnant. He kisses your tears before giving you a filthy kiss and teasing his fingers over your clit that makes you gasp and forget all about how mad you just were.

“You have friends come over and we get to know whether it’s a boy or a girl. Then we get to think about names. So no. I’ll get the bath ready for ya momma.” Jason's walking away before you can pull him back and demand he makes you cum. You shut your eyes and try to get ready for this day.

The party is easy breezy, gifts were exchanged, weird games were played, and your friends organized a cute revel, filling a box with so many pink balloons and streamers, and ribbon you’re sure you’re going to find them even after your baby is born. Jason’s getting nervous again, you’ve kicked everyone out saying you’re tired and they left without complaint.

“Whats wrong Jas? I can feel you worrying from over here.” You scoot over on the couch and make room for him, he moves from where he was cleaning stuff up and drops into the seat. He’s running his hands through his hair before you pull one to your lips and kiss it. He’s lets out the breath he was holding, letting the tension drop from his shoulders as he rests his head back on the couch. Spreading his long long legs out wide, you feel the pang of arousal as you eye up his thighs, his crotch the way his adam’s apple bobs when he smiles before he letting everything out.

“What if I’m not right for you? What if I’m just like my dad? I don’t think I’m good enough to raise your ba-” you cut off his tirade by straddling his thigh and rubbing your cunt against it. You whipped off your bottoms as soon as everyone left, just in your panties and a tank as you lounged and watched Jason. His head snaps up and he whimpers when he can feel you soak through his denim already. You pull his hands up to cup your chest, sighing as you catch your clit as just the right angle and he lifts up your heavy tits, giving your back a little bit of a break.

“You’re gonna be fucking perfect Jason.” You’re getting desperate and the way Jason is looking at you like you single-handedly hung the stars in the sky is feeding your ego and your arousal. His chest is rising and falling just as fast as yours is and his cock has filled out so fast he’s light headed. You keep going, so desperate after that little tease this morning you’re already close to coming and its not fair. Jason tenses his thigh under you and you gasp. “Do that fucking again Jas. Right now.” He whines and does as he is told, as the little change helps push you over the edge and you’re cumming, soaking his jeans and hungrier than before for his cock. You weave your fingers through his hair and yank, hard.

“Take your cock out right fucking now.” He’s nodding eyes glazed over as he rushes to do what you’ve asked. You don’t let up on the death grip on his hair, covering his neck with dark hickies and bites that he’ll have to cover up when he leaves for work. You feel the trail of precum as he frees his cock from his pants and it slides up your thigh, you pull back and when you see it, so angry red and big for you you grind down onto his thigh again and moan. You’re maneuvering yourself so you can sit on Jason's cock and ever the worrier he is, he's helping. Spreading his legs wider, his hands holding your hips so you and your belly can fit against him tight on the couch that is probably too small to be doing this on.

You let go of his hair, pull his lips to yours as you finally sit down on his cock, the moan you rip from your chest is almost as pretty as Jason’s sigh.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby girl. So fucking hot.” Jason's mouth is running and you huff, not happy he’s coherent enough to do so. You kiss him again, nipping on his bottom lip hard as you start to move. His hands are everywhere, your tits, your thighs, your back pulling you close so he can shove his tongue down your throat. You haven’t been at this long but you can feel the orgasm building right at the base of your spine, where lately it’s only hurt. It’s not long before Jason has a thumb on your clit and a nipple in his mouth. You hold him close to your chest as you bounce bounce bounce on his big dick.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum Jason. Please keep doing that.” You tilt your head back and grind yourself onto him, you’re so fucking close and you can feel from the way Jason’s pulsing inside of you he’s not too far off either. He pinches the nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth hard and that's enough to tip you over the edge, soaking his lap yet again as you cum. Thighs shaking tense as you clamp down on Jason’s length and he is right behind you. Filling you up to overflowing with his cum, messy as you both come down.

“JASON!” You’re frantic as you call for him,m knowing damn well he is not there. You can feel your water pool where you're standing in the kitchen. Of course the ONE DAY Jason has to go into work your water breaks. You reach for your phone that's ringing as you shift worriedly in your spot in the kitchen.

“What's wrong babygirl?” Jason’s on the other line, frantic, you can hear shouting in the back. It might be his boss but you’re starting to freak out and the first contraction hits and you wail. “Baby, talk to me, I can see you but the cameras don’t have microphones yet.”

“I- my water just broke Jas, I just had a contraction I need you here.” You’re crying, panicking and you can hear Jason huff and puffin your ear. He’s surprisingly calm on the other end as you sniffle into the phone, trying to remember those stupid breathing exercises you learned about in that Virtual birthing class you both took.

“I’m almost home love, can you get to the bag near the door?” You move, stiff and awkward but you’re moving. “Good job baby girl. Get to the bag by the door and I’m almost home. We'll get you to the hospital soon, promise.” You’re taking those deep breaths as you waddle to the door.

“Jas, how are you almost home? It takes 20 fucking-” you gasp as you feel another twinge and take big gulps of air. “You’re 20 minutes away if you take the train.” You’re puzzled as you hear him breathing heavy through the line.

“I just ran. It’s faster.” You nearly drop the phone at that.

“You did not! Jason! You are going to die!” You’re laughing and you can hear his footsteps pounding, you’re at the go bag by the door and you try to bend over to pick it up and nearly fall over. You’re still not fucking used to being this big. The door slams open as you’re resting against the wall bag as your feet and ruined clothes. Jason's there, your man, your creepy fucking neighbor who spied on you and now got your pregnant. He’s sweaty, he really did run all the way from work for you and the thought makes you want to laugh and cry at how much you fucking love him. But then another contraction hits and you're crying out in pain again. He’s picking up the bag at your feet before he’s helping you step into some slides and gently ushering you down the stairs to Estelle's car that is waiting to take you to the hospital.

One Epidural and 14 hours of labor later you have your baby girl, Delilah Stella Roberts, sleeping against your chest and Jason is trying not to cry as she has him already wrapped around her finger.

#jason x reader #jason svu #adcu fanfiction #adcu fic #jason roberts (svu) x reader #reader insert #tw: drugs #tw: swearing #tw: anxiety #tw: food #tw: pregnancy #I really hope yall like this #sorry if it feels rush #but i did have fun reading it #peachy writes

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